Tag: Karly Sheehan

  • Dressing up for Trial

    Dressing up for Trial

    I'm sensitive to these sorts of things, you understand. I can't help myself. A person's background informs present realities. So when I see pictures like the one above of Army Major John Jackson wearing full dress uniform as he heads into court, I want to holler[..]
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  • Grandmonster

    Grandmonster

      I'm sure you've at least seen a story about the death of 9-year-old Savannah Hardin by now. She was the child whose grandmomma-turned-grandmonster made her run until she passed out, vomiting, dehydrated, exhausted, dying. A jury rightly found Joyce Hardin Garrard of Gadsden, Alabama[..]
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  • For the Least of These

    For the Least of These

    When our twin girls turned 13 we rented a barn in a big field on the outskirts of Pendleton, Oregon. We invited all their school friends and threw an old-fashioned barn dance party. A couple of college-age kids came and taught everyone there how to[..]
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  • Mama June: What were you thinking?

    Mama June: What were you thinking?

      Mama June. Mama June. Mama June. How could you? Welcome back Mark McDaniel, the convicted sex abuser who abused your own daughter? No man is worth the value of a daughter well-loved. Has all this fame and fleeting fortune (Just ask Kate) muddled your brain?[..]
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  • The Letter

    The Letter

      A woman called me once, a woman I had met only one time at a reading I did in Oregon. I don't even remember her name now but she had a dream she wanted to share with me. She said Karly Sheehan appeared to[..]
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  • If Oprah ever asks what one thing I know…

    If Oprah ever asks what one thing I know…

      She stood across the table from me unable to speak. A catch in her throat, she said. You see, I read your other book, A Silence of Mockingbirds, the one on Karly Sheehan. I started following your blog. It was such a powerful book. Can[..]
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  • Grace & Poetry

    Grace & Poetry

      You need to know how God-infused this journey has been. I arrived at WAMU station early. We actually went to the wrong floor but some British chap noticed how lost we looked and offered to escort us back to the right place. To finish[..]
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