She stood among the sea of people, eyes closed, arms lifted high. The music swelled and her arms stretched farther, higher, as if trying to touch heaven itself. My eyes drank in the sight: this brave woman who stood alone even though she was surrounded by others. Drawn to this…
Today is Emma’s birthday. It’s her day, my youngest daughter. Fifteen on the 15th. Her golden birthday. Driver’s permit. Freshman year of high school. A full-fledged teen. My thoughts slip back to her birth, two weeks early but full of life. Beautiful. Dark…
Sweet girl, I miss you. It’s hard to believe over 9 years have passed since I last saw your smile, heard your giggle, felt your squeeze wrapped around my neck. I think about you. all. the. time. I wonder what you would be like: your interests, your talents, your…
I remember the moment. My youngest daughter and her dad had been admitted to the hospital in critical condition. A matter of life and death. staring at the carpet, the weight of reality pressed deep in my soul, squeezing my heart. The morning started as usual: a quick walk. The…