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Tomorrow, they turn two and two weeks later my big boy will head off to kindergarten. We walked last night through the spritzing rain and I held his hand with the always dry, cracking skin while my husband pushed the big wide stroller brimming...
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This spring, the branches of the weeping cherry tree across the street hung low, heavy with beauty and swirled around the trunk like a woman’s skirts, shifted by the slightest breeze. This too is how my children move, teeming ’round my legs as we set out...
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He worked all day in the fields, starting when the dew shimmered on the cool grass and pausing only to drink a little water in the high heat of the midday sun. Great, dark circles of sweat, dried now, stain his cloak and the blisters on his...
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The realtor’s car flew along green fields and over rolling hills. Seated in the back seat, a small and simple prayer formed in my mind. Looking up and out the wide, flat glass of the windshield, I glimpsed a cherry-red Cardinal...
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By the time we were scheduled to get phone and Internet service, two days after the MOVE, we had already spent one night curled backwards on the love seat watching “Frasier” and “Better Off Ted” on the laptop that sat...
