Her quiet voice was filled with a panic as she called down from the top of the stairs. I think it was the urgency that interrupted my sleep, more than the intrusion of words. "He's screaming, Mama...he woke up screaming and I don't know what's wrong." I rushed to the side of his bed; his … Continue reading Memory Monday: The Beginning
Lyla snuggles the puppy in her arms as I drive down Summitview. Zee is asleep in the back seat. Two hours in the sun and a May Day bouquet and there is just one more errand before we rush home. I choose a small, navy notebook - one that will stay with me for the … Continue reading Memory Monday…on a Wednesday
It's not unfamiliar, I think - that fraught feeling of failure, the sinking stench of shame. Surely I'm not the only one who has felt it, deep in my bones. It springs up at the oddest times, the quietest moments...that second when the happiest of laughs spills out of a mouth opened wide. It catches … Continue reading When Darkness Seems to Hide His Face…
She came to the door about 6 months ago,her hair coiffed and graying. She knew the family that had built this old house and her husband had hung a light fixture long gone in the entrance way near the stairs.I just wanted to see the old house, she said, and I was wondering if the fireplace … Continue reading The Pastor’s Pew.
The clouds rolled in during the quiet of the early hours yesterday. While it was still dark, the rain fell and the air that has been so filled with smoke cleared and lifted.Zee still refuses to put on her shoes.And that's okay.Tony received an email this past week while the air was heavy and thick. … Continue reading For When the Changing Seems Hard
We've been in this house for 21 days and I think I'm the only one who has dealt with any culture shock.I wasn't expecting it - I think I was more prepared to walk the four of you through the change, but you made up your beds that first day and you snuggled in for … Continue reading A Letter to My Four
It's been almost 4 Christmases since that rope and his neck and that tree out in the woods. 4 Christmases since everything changed and the landscape of our lives was lost under a flood of grief.It has been 3 Christmases since we packed up our life and our children and dreams and left in the … Continue reading When Hope Meets Grief