Aisha Hauser, MSW, CREML Altars, places to honor our ancestors along with displays of that which we experience as sacred, were never part of my upbringing.
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Sarai Rose There once was a child who found herself standin’
at the edge of time, life she thought—could be so cold and cruel;
but then there were brief moments when it could be so sublime.
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Rose Gallogly In the almost seven months since my beloved mother’s death, I have needed to learn the world all over again. Every seasonal shift, every holiday and tradition lands differently now; every detail of the world exists only in relationship with my grief.
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