When I’m in the grip of fear, grief, or pain—I raise my hands to pray and sing. First my flesh bows, I force out words, as I fret from the weight on my heart. I shift my load to His open, pierced palms, where my thoughts are safe from harm. On the edge of that... Continue Reading →
Easter Sunday, Short Story
With the gray, stormy sea surging toward Eliza and Grace at Cobh harbor, (AKA-Queenstown, Ireland) and darker gray clouds above them, the two women were reluctant to exit their rented mini-van. Grace stared at the wind, and the wet, spattered window. "Are you sure we can only see the museum today? What's next on our... Continue Reading →
In my bedroom, I continued my morning of packing. "I dreamed about moving boxes last night, honey." I called out, then coughed, and wiped the drops of sweat from under my bangs, between taping up the umpteenth brown, cardboard, square thing. The word, "box," had choked me. Out in the living room, an object dragged... Continue Reading →
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