Grandpa smelled of comfort; the rich, warm scents of coffee and Aqua Velva. Quiet and witty, his brown eyes glinted when I’d beg him to play. Just one more time, pleeease. We’d construct palaces of red, yellow, and blue rectangles or clutch our stomachs as...
The spiritual weight chases me through the dark hours. Even my dreams are filled with prayer. Morning arrives too soon as the deep ache of fibromyalgia forces its way into my awareness. The narrow hollow at the base of neck throbs, reminding me of my frailty and this...
Gray and forlorn, the skies promised rain and I tucked the first holiday CD into the disc player. The lonely strains of I’ll be Home for Christmas reminded me of all that was missing, and I glanced at the sweet boys playing near my feet. Chunky, plastic blocks and...
Quiet and overweight, the new girl in school was an easy target. She’d shuffle down the hall in nondescript clothing, her unkempt hair hanging across her face as if it knew she longed to be hidden. A year younger than she, I don’t recall her name although I remember...
The throbbing is real but intangible. Painful but unseen. It’s the shattering of a heart already broken experiencing one more journey in the wasteland. Have you been in this place before? In the same sort of circumstance where your dreams are dashed by reality...