Haiti Bound

When the trees spout buds and showers of pollen. Their boughs shaking and swaying. When the air is cool and clammy. Spring's rejoice and...

The air lays, thick and sweet. My throat caught with pollen and the dryness of tired tears. Bees and wasps harass the bush, now overgrown an...

The first tints of spring lay, lazy and thick in the morning sunlight.  My heart begins to open. 

The way I love Steve. The way I miss him from the minute I leave his presence. It's like my dearest dog, Oskar. Or my maw maw. Both dead...

"And he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore most gladly I will...

On the other side of the mountain, a half naked baby sits contentedly on a pile of white rubble. Babbling and rummaging in the rocks. Men wi...

I sit in the early morning, Friday sunshine. Drinking coffee, waiting for the world to wake me up. William falls out of the chair beside me....