I wish I could have God’s view of Montgomery Bell State Park this Saturday. I’ll have friends there, eyes on the ground, and they’ll report back to me: it was good. But even they won’t have the full view of what’s really going on – what’s happening in and through the...
photo © 2009 Nationaal Archief | more info (via: Wylio) i stumbled (literally, over a Matchbox car – anyone who can relate?) into the kitchen this morning, only to be confronted with what long days full of too busy for housework can do. if it’s true that cleanliness is next to...
image credit here “Your name Drason?” she asked, raising her heavy eyelids upward to where he stood. “Yes, it is.” “You just lose a baby?” And there it was. Put out there – just like that. The back of his neck stiffened just a bit, causing him to straighten. Eight weeks and his body still...
from the chair where I sit, I see his face. not “see his face” in the sense of it being etched in my mind, in the way that it has been carved into my daily consciousness since his spirit flew heavenward, but “see his face” in a very literal way – staring back at me from the photo frames that have...
Drason, a father who carries — and is carried, too. i remember the day that little livi was born. four of our besties, Sonya and myself included, were preggers at the same time. we rubbed bellies, shared maternity clothes, and told sweet lies to each other, things like “no, your face...
This post was written after a conversation with Sonya, when I asked her to describe what she’d felt that day, the morning of Bane’s celebration. Anyone who knows Sonya knows that she speaks raw and real, but I don’t think even she was prepared for the way this story ends...
rare. some diamonds are rare, and you pay a pretty penny for them. some diseases are rare, and they change your whole life. so far, the pain of losing Bane has been worsened by the fact that there are no clear answers as to what caused him to get sick. imagine your pediatrician saying the words to...
My friend Sonya wore shiny silver shoes. My friend Drason looked sharp in a purple bow tie. Guests entered the sanctuary through a rainbow of bright-colored balloons, and nobody who was in the know wore black. A banner above the door welcomed friends with this scripture, but even I...
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