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
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.
I wiped rose scented frosting from my fingers and dug in my pocket for my… Read the postThe Last Boutonniere
The last time we had coffee together was November of last year. Six months ago.… Read the postWay Overdue For Coffee
Dear Justin, Thirty-two years ago your dad and I were in the labor and delivery… Read the postThat Flutter Heart Thing
