When Darkness Seems to Hide His Face…

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…

He Called Me Daughter

There was never any question. The moment I said I do up in front of that church, I not only became the wife of my husband, I became the daughter of his father.   To my bruised and fragile heart, it came as a healing balm.   For eight years, I was honored to carry that … Continue reading He Called Me Daughter