Sometimes we need someone to hold our hands

We’d been at a charity event downtown and had to park a block away. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea when skies were clear. But as a huge […]

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Dangerous Hope

Sep 9, 2015 by

Hope is supposed to feel good, at least that’s what I’ve always thought. It should make me feel all warm and fuzzy, right? As of recent days, hope has not […]


Hope Planted

Aug 27, 2015 by

My mother is a gardener. She grows dreams from tiny seeds. Plants hope in small furrows of soil as black as coffee grounds. Each time she drops one into the […]


I could not distinguish the pattern of dots. Again and again, I ran my finger across them. Frustration boiled up inside of me, and I wanted to slam the braille […]


Sometimes, even right before it really begins, you’ve got a feeling how the week’s going to go. I look in the mirror early on a Tuesday morning, the bedhead looking […]


“I miss Daddy. I wish he was here.” My 11-year-old daughter, LG, says this a few times a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. “Me, too.” I say, and we hug […]


If you want to keep me, treat me like a child before bedtime. Invite me to your story time or to hear your poetry read aloud. Sit up in a […]


Plunk! The ball landed with a muted thud and nestled into its resting spot. This was the one place I hoped it wouldn’t land: in my bowl of ground flaxseed. […]