“What I want is to leap out of this personality And then sit apart from… Read the post“I Have Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.”
Our eighth Christmas as bereaved parents. This is what I have learned. The week before… Read the postThe Eighth Day of Christmas: Lessons Learned
Weaving my arm through the shoulder strap of my camera bag, I hugged it close,… Read the postWaiting for Wild Horses
I did not hear the sudden massive crack as much as I felt its vibrations… Read the postCutting Down the Family Tree
I did not sleep the night after our meeting to finalize the plans for our… Read the postThe Camino Not Taken
I don’t sing at church. I have not uttered a note since Justin died. It… Read the postThe Divine Photo Shoot
Heat from your headstone soaked into my arms as I hugged it, as I had… Read the postThe Warmth of A Headstone
I am not a summer person, I am more of a fall through spring sort.… Read the postMidsummer Coffee and Pie
My heart flip flopped like a fish stranded on the sand. What made me think… Read the postNine Lives. The book, the reading, and who still lives under my desk.
