by Tammy Kennington | Jun 20, 2019
I can’t sleep. Anxiety wakes me before dawn and I feel it’s vice-like grip wrapping around my stomach, pressing hard on my chest. Thoughts roil and spin as my pulse quickens. Bile rises in the back of my throat as one silent message after another ticks...
by Tammy Kennington | Mar 17, 2016
Looking forward to a day enjoying the mid-summer beauty of Colorado, my parents and I chatted casually. We spoke of aunts…uncles…jobs…and my two spirited, live-wire little boys. As if their mention alerted me to the sudden quiet of the picnic area,...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 10, 2012
Twenty years before, you would have noticed a simple farmhouse with a large picture window overlooking the fields. Now all that remains is a blackened trunk sprouting unruly branches–the memorial of a family heritage, a symbol of struggle, and the testimony of...