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I imagined it would be like preparing a body for burial, one last loving touch to each wall, each floor before saying goodbye. I was grateful my daughter, seven, came with me. This house holds her earliest memories, the ones that hover, wordless, in...
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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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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...
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I slide carefully crafted prayers under heaven’s door – reasonable requests plainly scrawled on flat, white sheets of paper. These, God takes and turns, fold by fold, into something new, sending them back in the...
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A five-year-old and two two-year-old’s in a single shopping cart fight like three cats in a burlap bag. So, lately, on trips to Target or Aldi with all three boys in tow, I grab not one cart, but two, loading a toddler into each and allowing the...
