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Q&A with Cheryl Anne Tuggle

Q&A with Cheryl Anne Tuggle

by Cheryl Anne Tuggle, author of Lights on the Mountain: A Novel Have you always been a writer? I’m a late bloomer as a novelist, but I’ve always written something. Some novelists begin a story knowing how it ends. Others write their...

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The Julian Poems

The Julian Poems

I’ve been feeling my faith in God being slowly unraveled and wound into new balls since I graduated from college. That’s really the image in my head when I think about it — yarn. (Guess my head’s really deep in handmade clothes!) When you buy new yarn...
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No Greater Portion

No Greater Portion

I started reading the bible every day in the middle of 2018 and it nearly knocked me over. It occurred to me one day that I really ought to do it for how much I like to think about God. In late 2017 and early 2018 I was walloped by mysticism and reeling...
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When You’re Angry About Your Anger

When You’re Angry About Your Anger

I am angry.

I’ve been angry for quite awhile now.

Maybe you have, too?

Let’s talk.

Come over to my house and I’ll serve you some coffee. We can chat like old friends because that’s my favorite way to communicate...

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Midrash In September And October

Midrash In September And October

I took the month of November off, didn’t write a single midrash poem. I’ve written other poems, all sorts, but I set down the project for a while. Everyone needs...h
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A Plan to Prosper: Choosing Love Instead of Fear

A Plan to Prosper: Choosing Love Instead of Fear

I'm not alone in my despair over what's happening in the world. The attacks in Paris last week have everyone riveted to their televisions and devices, and for as many questions as we have about the "whys" and "hows" of this tragedy...
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Who Will Stay With Us?

Who Will Stay With Us?

 was getting ready to go out. It was only for the day, but I required a lot of gear. By the front door, my youngest daughter pranced around a pile of bags, investigating and wondering aloud. A frown creased her forehead...
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