Discovered
Standing on wobbly legs in that parking lot, I slowly scanned the horizon. Black sky had surrendered to navy before arriving at a muted...
Unraveled
"Mrs. Wilkins, I'm sorry to tell you that your husband is deceased." Time froze that morning and I along with it. There is no string of...
Licking the Envelope of a Sympathy Card
This is part 2 (see “I Shaved My Legs”) Part of the guilt of grief is simply moving forward with life. The more forceful aspect involves...
Jesus Plays Hide-and-Seek
This morning I woke up at dark-thirty and tiptoed to my kitchen. I filled my cup with beckoning java and stumbled my way back to our...
