I did not sleep the night after our meeting to finalize the plans for our… Read the postThe Camino Not Taken
I don’t sing at church. I have not uttered a note since Justin died. It… Read the postThe Divine Photo Shoot
Heat from your headstone soaked into my arms as I hugged it, as I had… Read the postThe Warmth of A Headstone
I am not a summer person, I am more of a fall through spring sort.… Read the postMidsummer Coffee and Pie
They hung in the back of my small closet, beautiful in their simplicity. Grasping a… Read the postThe Fabrics of Life and Death
I wiped rose scented frosting from my fingers and dug in my pocket for my… Read the postThe Last Boutonniere
The last time we had coffee together was November of last year. Six months ago.… Read the postWay Overdue For Coffee
I opened the storage tub containing the olive green hanging folders, continuing my quest to… Read the postA Day in the Life. Discovering the Accident Narrative
Boundaries. With chalk in hand, I am declaring mine. I received a note out of… Read the postWhen Someone Tells You What Your Dead Child Told Them To Tell You
