St. Paddy was a Shamrock… whoops I mean a Sour Grass Whisperer. Boy did he have a knack for taking something so sour it could make your lips pucker and letting God turn it into something special! When young he was captured by pirates and sold into slavery. But the good news is he escaped. […]
via St. Paddy Prayer For America — Letters To Flowers
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Published by Stephanie Agnes-Crockett
Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy.
I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).
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