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The Magi and Imperfect Gifts

During the early 1970s, my sisters and I would anticipate Christmas for the weeks ahead by gazing at the ornaments on our Christmas tree and shaking the packages underneath. We also regarded our nativity set with the little olive wood Holy Family and their admiring angel, shepherds, and magi. How lucky was that little babe...

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2019-20 Winter Journal Editorial

Welcome to the winter Segullah Journal spanning December 2019 to March 2020! It’s the season of rejoicing and giving – and we have a lot to joyously share this season. I’ll make a list and check it twice so keep you abreast of Segullah excitement!   First of all – Three Cheers for the Segullah...

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Melissa Tshikampabo Kamba: Recognizing the Beauty Within

Segullah: Welcome to Segullah, Melissa! We’re excited to highlight your illustrations and share your unique gifts with our readers. First off, can you tell us about your name? Melissa: My name is Melissa Tshikampabo Kamba-Boggs. For my website Tshikamba.com and professional work, I use a shortened version: Tshikamba. That’s pronounced “Chee-Kam-ba.” “Tshika” derives from my...

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Featured Prose

Tadpole By: Krista M. Isaacson   The slimy algae was so thick that year I could smell the rot long before we reached the edge of the pond. Dad lined us up at the top of the bank and pointed his arm across the water. The old diving dock lay in the distance, decaying among...

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Featured Poetry

Created in His Image I. The first lie they told me, was Blonde Jesus. Thick Belinda locks, And blue ocean eyes. He hangs on the cross, white Like a tender lamb, or  White like a lily flower, Or like white snow Smothering brown ground.   II. The second lie they told me, was Love like...

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Anam Cara: Sue Booth-Forbes and her writer’s and artist’s retreat center in Ireland

Anam Cara  means “soul friend.” My dear friend Sue Booth-Forbes owns a writer’s and artist’s retreat called Anam Cara near the tiny jewel-box town of Eyeries, on the Beara Peninsula, Co. Cork in Ireland. I have been there on four different occasions since the early 2000s. I always find it welcoming, inspiring, exhilarating, comforting and...

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A Tribute to Anam Cara

I’m not someone who is inclined to easy belief or who puts much stock into superstitions. But ask me about Anam Cara, and I can preach for hours about the magic of Ireland. I know because of what it did for my writing. Artists and writers, from my experience, are too often people who put...

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In Things Yet Seen

I’ve been watching people from a distance lose people they love lately. Peripherally. Once-removed. Twice-removed. Stories told from friends of friends. One, not so distant– a beloved neighbor who lived next to my childhood home. Some losses I’ve seen scrolling, naturally popping up on my screen, while others I was directed to. Told, “Did you...

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Despite the Falling Snow

She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth turns in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow. by Robert Graves Today I took two of my children to see an exhibit on Pompeii. My son is fourteen...

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The Ties that Bind

As my co-workers raved about the potatoes our intern brought to our employee Thanksgiving feast, eaten before I got there, one co-worker said, “Stephanie (who brought the potatoes) is going up to Utah for Thanksgiving.” As they described the potatoes, I looked at her, and said, “Wait, are you Mormon?” She smiled and said, “Well,...

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