At one special place, if I look to the right at exactly the right moment, I see a long straight sideroad made of dirt. It slopes down easy…
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
Confession: I promised myself I’d never go back on WIC again – Women, Infants, and Children food and nutrition service. I used the program once before, for a foster son with special needs who lived entirely on Pediasure. He drank $10-$15 a day, and neither we nor his birth mother, to whom he was returning, […]
There is apple pie in the sunshine with apples from our own tree, and there is the radiant face of a child buried in corn.
One time I lost my voice from a bad head cold, and I could hardly talk at all for two days. I am sure you want to hear the rest of this story.
On Friday, I will co-host a giveaway on Instagram in collaboration with my talented friends Alison and Wendy. Stay tuned!
I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.
I didn’t realize when I asked for “human kindness and divine provision” what a gift it would be to read over that list. Thank you.