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She Came to Lift Me Up

She Came to Lift Me Up

She came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected. He came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected. She stood at my bedside like a flame, setting my heart alight with love. He stood like a flame, setting hearts alight with Love. She came because she knew I was...
Good Grief Good Grace

Good Grief Good Grace

I turned the handle, icy cold water poured out and then I noticed the ladybug. Within seconds, it was pummeled, wings spread wide as it tried to fly. Imagine that tiny bug staying afloat. It circled in a fury, one way then the other, almost losing the battle. I was...
Love Me Anyways

Love Me Anyways

She was just past 63—years of age that is, not the Highway…or was that Highway 66? The Route they took to California when she became pregnant with her first son. Yes, I think that was 66. And now, counting on my fingers, I realize she was actually sixty-five. I am 63...
Mundane or Miraculous

Mundane or Miraculous

Runs. My mom called them runs. A pianist plays runs. She was expert at them. Her fingers sweeping over ivory, high and low registers, commanding the keyboard with precision and power, as if calling creation into being. I imagine there was music at creation—the richest...
Everyday Moments

Everyday Moments

In the dim light of dusk, following the season’s first snow, he unloads the dishwasher. Stacks of ceramic, handfuls of silver, and gleaming glass are put in place. She lies and listens, as if measuring her moments. Cupboards’ metal magnets snap shut from...
We Carry Them Within Our Bones

We Carry Them Within Our Bones

We carry them within our bones. It’s no surprise we hear them in our voices. We carry them within our eyes. It’s no surprise we see their faces in our own reflections. We carry them within our hands and it’s no surprise, for they long carried us. I can hear my...
Lunch “Hour” with the Pets

Lunch “Hour” with the Pets

I really thought I was getting this down to a science… Walk in back door. Feed Fannie, carry Sam outside. Let him sniff. Move fast to add second load of wash. Leash Fannie. Grab baggies and treats as Fannie flings jubilantly around ankles and prances out the...
Revelation At Dusk

Revelation At Dusk

It is not love wrapping its wooly fleece around my shoulders that wakes me It is not the bouquet of flowers left at the door that enters my thoughts It is not the knowing look in another’s eyes, giving my existence a sense of meaning, that crosses my mind. No, it is...
A Picture of Strength and Beauty

A Picture of Strength and Beauty

All the leaves fell off my spindly eighteen year old hibiscus after being jolted by the cold a couple weeks ago. I thought it was over for sure this time. But this plant has survived so much. Todd carried it back to the basement for its third winter there. The ol’ guy...
Gentle Landing

Gentle Landing

Soft and supple, the sweet scent of summer, the lingering taste of spring. I sit up to see where the stars have been replaced by vast extensions of light. Fingers unfurl from fists, fears tucked away in the daylight slipping out in the night until I pull the sheet...
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