I always say that Ryan is the one who had fostering in his blood, not me. But tonight I remembered a poem I loved before I was married. I used to sing it to myself, because it got inside my heart and tugged. Maybe it was a premonition. I never thought so then. Foster Baby […]
Here is what I want to know about heaven—– In a world without tears, how will we ever make sense of the things we Christians did to one another on earth?
= ! = He < thinks > himself undetected nibbling popcorn on my pantry floor but I know he was h e r e ! . . . .
With deepest apologies to Horace, Keats, Shelley, Rossetti, and anyone else who ever created something beautiful. Also to my grandmother and my first-grade teacher, who expected better. * Season of clouds, of barren gray and dun Close bosom-friend of darkness. What is sun? A thing of faerie. Bitterest wind, and snow on snow Relentless misery […]
Confession: I am a sunshine lover, but oh, the nice rich rain! All day it has fallen; and if it nourishes even me, how must the grass feel? ***** It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old–three, was it, […]
I’ll sing you a song A song of a mother A song of a mother who couldn’t. Her name was Barb. For seven years she yearned for a child, prayed and agonized and beat on heaven’s door. WHY CAN’T I HAVE ONE, ONE OF MY OWN? He gave her seven, and the second she named […]