When You’re Hurting At Christmas

When You’re Hurting At Christmas

I drive the car into the parking lot, his lanky frame, dressed in black, waits. My heart feels heavy as he opens the door and quietly gets in. My husband asks how he’s doing and I listen to their exchange. My son. He’s 15 now 

Christmas Expectation

Christmas Expectation

The Jesse Tree sits quietly on the table, waiting, anticipating. Good intentions brought it to into being and busy neglect has kept it here, bare. The ornaments declaring, counting the days, telling the story, should be a blanket by now. And the tree sits still, 

Remembering Us: A tribute to 9/11

Remembering Us: A tribute to 9/11

I wrote this last year, as a different way to look at 9/11. My heart was heavy for our country then and is even heavier now.   I know this won’t change anything. But I use my voice because I can. At least for now. 

When You’re Hurting At Christmas

When You’re Hurting At Christmas

  I drive the car into the parking lot, his lanky frame, dressed in black, waits. My heart feels heavy as he opens the door and quietly gets in. My husband asks how he’s doing and I listen to their exchange.   My son.