Apologizing to the bees as I snipped off long stems of anise hyssop, the fuzzy… Read the postFragrant Pain
Heat from your headstone soaked into my arms as I hugged it, as I had… Read the postThe Warmth of A Headstone
I wiped rose scented frosting from my fingers and dug in my pocket for my… Read the postThe Last Boutonniere
My heart takes “photos” and stores them away. I learned to “stop action” on certain… Read the postPhotos of My Heart, My Last Two Hugs
This week has matched the dates of Justin’s death and funeral. This Saturday morning in the… Read the postFollowing the Naked Christ
