The Lying Down

The Lying Down

The Lying Down Last night I went to bed frustrated. I was stewing a bit, squirming in my heart with the attempt to quiet my steaming thoughts. It’s not often that a conversation with a casual acquaintance sets off such an eruption, but last night, irritation was...
The Fiercest Love

The Fiercest Love

The Fiercest Love Sometimes talking to your own child feels like you’re speaking to a heart-hard stranger. It hurts. I long to gather that straining grown-up face in my two hands, gaze into those unfathomable eyes and whisper, Come back. When did the precious...