Tears of Thanksgiving
They started in my church parking lot. When I turned in, off of 26th Street, an older masked man motioned …
They started in my church parking lot. When I turned in, off of 26th Street, an older masked man motioned …
Have you ever had your writing critiqued in a writing workshop? If not, you’d be in for an experience like …
On this second anniversary of my husband’s death, I’ve made an unplanned purge of his belongings. Our church’s rummage sale, …
As I was approaching this two-year mark of my husband’s death, I noticed not all is well yet as I’d …
Unprecedented! When you saw that word, what came to mind? I don’t know about you, but I’m wearying of that …
Surprises happen most days in my newish-widow life. Fun things like trying to shovel thick sheets of ice off the …
“Here I sit by a fire pit at a lovely resort in Arizona contemplating…” Three years ago this month I …
“I heard what happened out there,” the male nurse said, standing on my right side as I lay on a …
I ran into some folks the other day who’d come to pray with Marv two days before his death. I’d …
What was there is no longer there: Not his touch, not his words: “I prefer you without clothes” Not the …