chapters…

Chapters. We all have them. Our life stories are made up of them. Segments and seasons of our journeys adequately chronicled and punctuated, each ending half-way down a blank page, indicating to us and to the reader that another segue is about to begin. Not that what...

A Hurting Heart…

I suppose I owe you post. It’s been a few days; still and yet, I’m struggling for my words. My heart isn’t here. My heart is there, underneath a blue tent that shelters the freshly dug grave of my friend, Beth. My heart is in a hospital room, where Beth’s daughter has...
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