Ash Wednesday 2003
I watch as the ashes move from the clay pot to my forehead. A few fall down on my face, …
I watch as the ashes move from the clay pot to my forehead. A few fall down on my face, …
Being alone in the car is a perfect place to let the tears roll down without disturbing anyone or requiring …
I like to drive. It’s a good thing, too, because where my husband and I choose to live and where …
In honor of my daughter, Caroline Elizabeth Anderson, who died twenty years ago on Valentine’s night, I share this poem …
A blue rain poncho, neatly folded into a triangle with one corner tucked in to create its own envelope. A mess kit …
I had a strange thing happen to me. Last Sunday I saw a dead person come back to life. Halfway …