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 opened the storage tub containing the olive green hanging folders, continuing my quest to… Read the postA Day in the Life. Discovering the Accident Narrative
Boundaries. With chalk in hand, I am declaring mine. I received a note out of… Read the postWhen Someone Tells You What Your Dead Child Told Them To Tell You
I have not written a coffee post since mid-summer. The approaching sixth anniversary of Justin’s… Read the postNovember Coffee, So Much Coffee
A tiny house nestled in the deep forest. Sharing the ancient life of the deep… Read the postMy Tiny House
