My name is Kathy Nickerson, and I live on Mercy Street – physically and figuratively.
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When our granddaughter, Claire Felicity White, was born, we stood around her little bed like this. The first night we crowded twenty-some people into the cubicle and willed our less-than-two-pound-baby to be strong. After her twin sister, Ellery Blythe, slipped through a portal to Glory, we stood around Claire and sang songs. We recited scripture [...]

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Say it Loud

May 25, 2009 4 Comments

I’ve always been a strong beleiver in saying things out loud to put them in perspective. This can be dangerous, of course. My husband has been known to take shelter occassionally because he fears losing a limb in the mine-field of my emotions. The thoughts swirling in my head at any given moment can lanch [...]

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I eat ice cream. As if it won’t really pack on the pounds as long as I eat it when no one is watching. I’m pretty sure this is the first sign of an addiction.  But, then, I buy exotic vegetables like canned Squash with Vidalia Onions. Or Triple Succotash with tomatoes, corn, and butter [...]

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Letting Go

May 19, 2009 2 Comments

I didn’t know I was a control freak. This ugly trait surfaced when I finished making summer schedules for the office. The little columns were all lined up neatly on my Google calendar, indicating where shifts overlapped and where we might have a gap. And there before my eyes was the amazing revelation. I could [...]

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