Pouring ice around the hot pot of soup to chill it, some pieces escaped and… Read the postWhen The Ice Hit The Floor
Time is a fierce current that rips you from one moment to the next as… Read the postI Live Now, But I Live Then.
The Tassel Spent. Like an old ragged dish cloth bleached and dried until the edges… Read the postThe Tassel
“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
“Don’t cry,” often accompanied by the immediate stuffing of a tissue in our hand to… Read the post“Don’t Cry”
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
