I Am From . . .
I am from. . . I am from red clay roads, party-line telephones and “I Love Lucy” when it was …
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I Am From…
I am from fried chicken and chocolate meringue pies, from large nap-inducing Sunday lunches after we returned home from Sunday …
Going in the direction you cherish
Essay from prompt “going in the direction you cherish” by Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Han – 9/30/2007 “If he …
Breath of Sol
We are 13 women who lost… 14 children, 10 high school graduations, 11 college graduations, countless birthday …
Between Remembrance and Resilience
“Caught between Remembrance and Resilience” was a phrase from a newspaper article that grabbed my attention. Those words seemed to …
Lean on Me
This family portrait was one of my first creative efforts following the death of my daughter, Rebecca. Sapped of my …
What I Save
In this stage of my life, I save less and less, fewer items, less stuff. I was thinking just yesterday …
The Perfect Fit
Feet. Shoes. Fit. All those shoes … they seemed to fit at the time. Pink satin ballet shoes. They were …
The Wedding Dress
The fading of an elegant dress-satin, tulle, a fine nuptial tiara, now crumpled and old in tan tissue paper decorated …
Killian
You made an imprint On our hearts and on our souls Miss you Killian ~Monica Sleap 4.17.12
Call of the Wood Thrush
Hopeful wood thrush calls
high in the clean mountain trees
one sweet note missing.
10 Years
As I sit here and watch the minutes tick by, I can remember exactly where I was and what was …
March 20th – A Tribute to Alex
March 20th. A big day for me! Headed to the Medical Center for a Farewell Reception being given in honor …
Hands
My Mother often talks about the beauty of hands, how unique they are and difficult to draw from an artistic perspective. …
We Will Not Say Goodbye
In Memory of Wes and Andy 3.25.06 You said goodbye to cuddles and coos, to Mother Goose, and “What says …
Years
Eleven today Years go by so fast it seems We miss you Katie ~Monica Sleap
Old Pictures
I see our faces, Younger then. Our children, Coaxing…. What to say, “mom” What to say… We are here…now, Different, …
Intersecting Stories
The warm water in the therapy pool soothed my stiff knee, and I allowed the warmth to do its work …
Connections
Yesterday I visited the Out of Fashion exhibition at the Southeastern Center for Contemporary Art with my son’s family. Each …
Legacies
April 24, 2007 Sometimes when a person dies the surviving family breaks apart. Grief, guilt, denial, fear, blame – all …
Farther Along 