
A Real Mother
It’s not conception, not pregnancy, not nursing, not even wiping snotty little noses. After all, dogs and cats give birth Continue reading
It’s not conception, not pregnancy, not nursing, not even wiping snotty little noses. After all, dogs and cats give birth Continue reading
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
Northern Minnesota It’s not quite dawn as I write. Even here in the main room, inside the thick log walls, Continue reading
When I’m not singing in the choir, I like to sit right over there. In years past Barb R. usually Continue reading
Christmas comes as the darkness grows. Easter comes after the darkness is complete. At Christmas, we light candles in the Continue reading
Last week a song made me cry. It threw me backwards into the thick sadness of 25 years ago. I Continue reading
As Mom came around the corner and saw it, she gasped, stumbled against me and started to cry. “There are Continue reading
As I drive, snow stretches from the road across an open space to dense balsams. Beyond the road’s grey crust, Continue reading