Nothing We Do

When I was a little girl about Izzy's age I had big brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. I see myself in her as she explores each summer day with her whole heart. Caterpillars and lightning bugs, butterflies and hummingbirds. Rocks, trees, the creek. Like her, there was nothing I was afraid of. Nothing that …

In The Pause

I do not ask questions for which there are no answers. A question is followed by a natural pause. When we ask a question that has no answer that pause goes on forever. If the questions are important, if they come from the depths of our broken soul, that pause is accompanied by a pain …

The Purple Card

Sunday evening I packed our bags for the week we would spend in Cincinnati. There were bags of clothes, bags of toys, bags of blankets and pillows. I have grown accustomed to the systematic way of packing for these trips. The things you bring to make you feel at home even though when you finally …