Haiti Bound

We sit in the lap of luxury, in the security that finite things bring. We wonder why we can't always find God. But are we looking for hi...

If you ever want to feel futile, you can come here, and wash the laundry. The kids at wings of hope go through three outfits a day. They...

Yesterday another person I loved died. An ocean away. And I think. Why? I know I was lucky. To know Jonas. For him to love me. For me to lov...

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...