Sons and Daughters in Touch Posts

Our Brother Terry McGregor

DaNang, Vietnam with Sons & Daughters in Touch.

DaNang, Vietnam with Sons & Daughters in Touch.

Every now and then there are people we meet who change the trajectory of our lives in the most unexpected but eternally astounding ways.

Terry McGregor was that person for me.

There were others, of course. The poet George Venn who first declared me a real writer. Patsy Ward, that beautiful young woman who helped me find my way to Jesus, after years of abandonment. Judge Rufe McCombs who asked me to write her memoir. Marc Jolley who agreed to publish my first book and is still publishing my books.  I could probably spend all day writing about the people who have shaped me into the woman I am.

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A Closeted Hippie’s Take on Memorial Day

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In spite of growing up on the tailwind of the Hippie-era, I’m a traditionalist at heart. I like the Book of Common Prayer, the Our Father, Rosary beads, and the way Episcopalians always say, “And also with you”.  I love the formality of a processional, a church choir that still wears choir robes, and the high church sound of an organ well-played. The whole world looks more magical to me through the lens of stained glass windows, even those portraying the most profound of all betrayals.

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Almost Foolish Acts of Creativity

Dad

Forty years ago, I  was a freshman in college and had just moved from Georgia to Oregon. Typically, I made it a habit to avoid all news coming out of Vietnam.

But if ever my father’s death felt like it was in vain it was on this day 40 years ago.

The Fall of Saigon, historians call it.

The day Americans gave up the fight that should never have been. The fight that Congress waged only from behind protective doors of their great marble enclave. As usual.

Growing up, I didn’t know any Vietnamese people. I only knew of Vietnam and its people through the news clips played on nightly news with Walter Cronkite. And through my father’s death in that war. It was easy to conflate his death with a people I didn’t know and a history I did not understand.

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