I liked to walk with Grandpahis steps were slow like mine,while my brother and sister would race aheadGrandpa would stay behind. I liked to hear his storiesI’d listen with shining eyes,as he spoke of the navy and growing upand told tales of better times. I liked that my Grandpa laughedwhen things didn’t go just right,when …
Wobbling ahead.
This past week I turned twenty-one. My parents hosted a big celebration and our home was full of dearly loved friends and family. We ate grilled chicken and birthday cake and sang my favorite hymns and laughed over old pictures of me in overalls and muck boots that my mom had hanging around the house. …
{world on fire}
I watch as my world is on fire, emblazoned with grief and hate,i stand like a child, with a squirt gun in her handsi can’t put this out, i can’t put this out i don’t have the words to heal i don’t have the words to make right what is wrongi don’t have words that …
We Still Hear Songs.
As I sit before my computer this morning, watching the golden light of the morning sun wash gently over the tall grass outside I am at a loss for words, praying for clarity as my heart is weighed down. These have been heavy times for our country. As the global pandemic of COVID-19 has continued …