Between Two Janes

I live my life between two Janes – the one who, fifty-nine years ago, carried me in her womb and the one whom, twenty-three years ago, I carried in mine. Each time, nine months were allotted for the careful, hope-filled process of holy creation. The dreams dreamt then...

follow the lights

The remembrance crept into my mind this afternoon – a memory usually left somewhere in the back, catalogued for an occasional trip down memory lane. It was hellish ride that night. We huddled tightly together in the backseat of a friend’s truck, following behind...
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