It’s Raining

It’s Raining

It’s raining and on my morning prayer calls, I hear a mother cry. A child has left the world and she/we struggle with the shock and confusion as she pushes forth the story that weighs too much. She pauses and buckles, and heaves in her delivery. It’s...
It’s Raining

It’s Raining

IT’S RAINING   by Maureen Muldoon It’s raining and on my morning prayer calls, I hear a mother cry. A child has left the world and she/we struggle with the shock and confusion as she pushed forth the story that weighs too much. She pauses and buckles, and...
To Sir With Love

To Sir With Love

Maureen Muldoon In the summer of 2003, I met with Sam Christensen for the very first and only time. This event had all the markings of a cherished meeting with the Great and powerful Oz. He was a formidable presence, and walking into his office was like walking into...