HeyJaredSusan Wingate's Deer Farm
Deer whisperer. Dementia patient advocate. MFA in Creative Writing. Published in the Virginia Quarterly Review. Writes about big trouble in small towns. Pushes "publish" before editing.
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A True Mensch (opens the original)
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I wish I could tell you all the miraculous events that have transpired over the last year or so. They mostly relate to Bob and how God has been so present in our lives. Even after God took my sweetheart, the miracles kept coming and keep coming. Like God was holding me up with specific peace and comfort through His word and words. All Glory to God. Anyway I couldn’t read the Bible for a couple of months after Bob’s passing. But once I came back to it, the reading felt like a bright light shone o
What Is God’s Greatest Gift? (opens the original)
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I read this yesterday and thought to myself, I need to leave this open for tomorrow, read it again, and then post an excerpt of it. But I couldn’t decide what to excerpt. It’s all so good. To take it apart doesn’t do the scripture (or God or Jesus or the Holy Spirit) justice. Maybe you will let it soak in. These times could use more love. 1 Corinthians 13New King James VersionThe Greatest Gift13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass
I Am Not Really a Susan (opens the original)
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When I was a kid, I felt like my name was so common. And it was back then when Susan Hayward was a movie star and every new mother was naming their newborn daughters after her. Susan Michelle, that was my birth name. I don’t know if Hayward’s middle name is Michelle and honestly, I don’t give it much thought. I just know that there were so many Susan’s around—in school mostly—whether my grade or a couple years ahead of or behind me. Subscribe nowBut no one ca
It Was the Cookies’ Fault (opens the original)
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Quite a bit of time has gone by since my sweet husband, Bob passed and left this earth for Heaven. He went away mid-April and my heart still breaks every day from the enormous hole left by his absence. I will love him for the rest of my days. He was my everything. During his illness, I couldn’t get to Church. Bob had been mostly bedridden from about mid-2021. And even though there was no chance of him falling out of bed, he had become completely immobile from this hideous type of dementia called
In Today's World, We Will Have Strife (opens the original)
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