Theodore McDowellinWrite Under the MoonRites of PassageI stood over my father, my cheek scarred with dirt12h ago812h ago8
Theodore McDowellinThe Lark PublicationThe Ripples Never EndForgiveness doesn’t mean reconciliation1d ago221d ago22
Theodore McDowellinKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfLearning to WeepMy mother’s dementia teaches me how to weep4d ago774d ago77
Theodore McDowellinThe Hub PublicationMoments With My GranddaughterThe moments float like white petals on a lake6d ago426d ago42
Theodore McDowellinWrite Under the MoonMy Wife and I Have Fallen in Love with EternityMy father can no longer touch me from the graveJul 1835Jul 1835
Theodore McDowellinSoul BayMy Parents at a Dance Hall During the War.They’re in love with being part of historyJul 1630Jul 1630
Theodore McDowellinKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfOur Secret MemoriesWe thresh our secret memories from their husksJul 1531Jul 1531
Theodore McDowellinWrite Under the MoonThe Continuous Farewell of LoveThe stars, the moon, and the unquiet world seemed far awayJul 856Jul 856
Theodore McDowellinThe Daily Cuppa GrandeThe Sorrowful Loveliness of LoveTime will be measured by kisses that burn to whispersJul 823Jul 823