Written in the stars, storms, or soil?
“Is it written in the stars? Are we paying for some crime? Is this all that we are good for— just a stretch of mortal time? Or some God’s experiment in which we have no say, in which we’re given paradise, but only for a day?
Expired Blessings & Payson’s Seizure
ONE MONTH AGO TODAY I was riding in the back of an ambulance dressed in my husbands clothes-- a pair of sweatpants at least four sizes too big for me and the first shirt of his that I happened to grab off the shelf. I had no makeup on…
In these small, still moments
In these small, still moments, I feel perfect peace. David’s goodbye kiss still on my lips, the gentle click as he closes our bedroom door, the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall…