A Message Sent in DNA
A Message Sent in DNA.
A Message Sent in DNA
Soap and Baby Lotion are her fragrances. She clutches the blanket, whose color is of tenderness, and whose lace took days to make. Long chocolate ringlets cascade over my shoulder. Her forehead hides in the bend of my neck, and my hair covers hers, as I whisper to her...
When Love Hurts You
Lying on the floor cradling my pounding head in the crook of my arm, drawing the design of the rug with my finger while clutching tissues. In the past twenty-four hours, the thing that I fear has come upon me. Walking in he announces the promise he made before God,...
Her Resurrection Understanding
Today is Passover. Papa and I will celebrate it together without Mother for the first time. My name is Sarah, and I am eleven. Yesterday I prepared all of the food for our Seder meal today. Last year Mother and I cooked it together. I miss her so much… The streets...
He Is Risen!
Scripture and A Snapshot, and Fresh Brewed Sunday
Bunny Cake
We like to make a rabbit cake at Easter time, an Oryctolagus cuniculus of the rarest kind. My mother began making this cake when I was small for my birthday, which was always close to Easter. And we have continued the tradition! Here is how you make an Easter Bunny...
Awakened
Gently she teases my eye lids to rise, "Come and see". First one lid then the other, slowly responding to her call. It has arrived, the cyclical gift, a present participle of the Word made flesh. The light of the world risen. The gift, she lingers here and there,...
Ripping Apart to Make One
Velcro tearing was the sound, and the two who were one, began pulling at the seam, trying to clean out what encumbered they're the union. Marriage is work. Sometimes you want Five o'clock to arrive on the marriage clock so that you can quit working. All marriages...
Perhaps He Will Add More Days
Waking up at 4:00 a.m. I pull on my clothes trying not to awaken Doc., stumbling across old creaking floors has become a skill...two steps right, then straight...I have learned over the years which ones betray my position, and which ones remain loyal. Pouring liquid...
The Gift of Sight
My precious Lord God, for the Gift of Sight, I give You thanks. Linking up with the Gypsy Mama and Five Minute Friday writing using the word GIFT and posting late to, Playdates.
Something More
The wind began blowing hard, tossing waves onto the beach like beanbags in a children’s game as my husband Doc and I walked to a nearby store A cloud bank blocked the setting sun - a storm was on its way in. But we were confident we could make it to the store and...
Laughing Out Loud
Loud laughter comes from the mudroom. Leaning back from the sink I see the Grands playing around the pet carrier. On an inspiration of exploration, the Two-Year old has crawled into the cage, the one year old is laughing loudly because she has closed the door to the...
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