Remnants of 5

“she’s getting so big!” the lady says, putting a bulletin in my empty hand while looking at my daughter, who is holding the other. “i know!” i reply, inwardly bracing for the inevitable facing of follow-up comments and “demands.” a command to have… “number 2…!” she exclaims. “it’s time for number 2!” she sing-songs, her voice ...

endless grace

it’s been a couple of months ago now when a dear, dear man to me went home to be with his Jesus. i used to try and be brave at funerals, but i didn’t even bother at his.  i let my grief fall freely down my face, as my heart ached at my loss– at ...

why i write

several weeks ago, a friend challenged me to take a few moments to spell out and blog why it is i write.  i found the timing a bit ironic, considering that at that moment, i was taking a hiatus from writing.  oh, not because i wanted to.  i never really do… it was because beginning ...