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  title: 'About Cynthia Trenshaw',
  description: 'The life and work of Cynthia Trenshaw (1942–2024) — poet, hospital chaplain, midwife to the dying, and author.',
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        <h1 className="font-serif text-4xl md:text-5xl text-stone-800">About Cynthia</h1>
        <p className="mt-4 text-stone-500">1942 — 2024</p>
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          <h2 className="font-serif text-2xl text-stone-800 mt-0">Early Life</h2>
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            Cynthia was born in 1942 and grew up in Indiana and Michigan. She attended Hillsdale
            College from 1960 to 1961, where she studied among a community that would later
            celebrate her literary achievements. She married Joe Trenshaw and together they raised
            three children: Tom, Katheryn, and Michael.
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          <h2 className="font-serif text-2xl text-stone-800">A Year of Fire</h2>
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            In a single devastating year, Cynthia&apos;s thirteen-year-old son Tom was killed by
            gunfire, the family home burned, and her husband suffered a heart attack. These
            tragedies shaped her profoundly, deepening her understanding of grief and resilience,
            and ultimately directing her toward a life of service to others in crisis.
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          <h2 className="font-serif text-2xl text-stone-800">Second Chapter</h2>
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            Widowed at fifty-one, Cynthia reinvented her life. She earned a Master of Divinity
            from the Jesuit School of Theology at Berkeley, then served as a hospital chaplain
            and spiritual companion to the dying and their families for over three decades. She
            also worked as a massage therapist for homeless individuals in San Francisco and as
            a guardian ad litem — an advocate for children in court proceedings.
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            She eventually settled on Whidbey Island, Washington, where the landscape of sea
            and sky infused her later poetry.
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          <h2 className="font-serif text-2xl text-stone-800">The Writer</h2>
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            Cynthia&apos;s writing drew from her decades at the bedside of the dying. Her first book,
            <em> A Harvest of Years</em>, was published in 2004. Her second, <em>Meeting in the
            Margins: An Invitation to Encounter the Invisible People Among Us</em> (She Writes
            Press, 2015), won the IPPY Gold Medal and chronicled her experiences among those
            society renders invisible — the homeless, the incarcerated, the dying.
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            Her poetry collection <em>Mortal Beings</em> was published by Finishing Line Press
            in 2019. Her poems appeared in numerous journals including <em>Sky Island Journal</em>,
            <em> Peacock Journal</em>, <em>Hospital Drive</em> (UVA School of Medicine),
            <em> The Main Street Rag</em>, <em>Soundings Review</em>, <em>Haunted Waters Press</em>,
            and <em>Snapdragon Journal</em>.
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          <h2 className="font-serif text-2xl text-stone-800">What Others Said</h2>

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            <p>
              &ldquo;Trenshaw writes with the hard-won wisdom of one who has sat at the bedsides
              of the dying and found there, not despair, but a fierce and luminous grace.&rdquo;
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              — Tod Marshall, Washington State Poet Laureate
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              &ldquo;In Cynthia&apos;s hands, even the smallest gesture — a tulip on a windowsill,
              a raven&apos;s offering — becomes a threshold between worlds.&rdquo;
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              — Kristin Brace
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          <h2 className="font-serif text-2xl text-stone-800">Final Years</h2>
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            Cynthia passed away on February 19, 2024, at the age of eighty-one. She is survived
            by her daughter Katheryn Trenshaw of Totnes, England; her son Michael and
            daughter-in-law Kay of Grand Rapids, Michigan; and her grandchildren Anna, Joseph,
            Jessica, and Orion.
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            Her poetry continues to offer solace and wisdom to those navigating life&apos;s most
            tender passages.
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