Hunting for my seam ripper reminded me to look for a thank you card, which… Read the postDear Mom and Dad
Reaching in the dryer, I grabbed a warm towel, crooning to the small dying cat… Read the postA Ginger Kitten Named Tasha
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
