Pacing the Race
I fumbled for my bag and squeezed toward the doors, then exited the stuffed bus. The T, Boston’s public transit…
blessing
A Saturday Kind of Relationship
I am head over heels for my husband. He has been my rock and my partner and I am grateful…
The Hard Work of Waiting
Recently, while I was visiting my daddy in the small hospital in my hometown, I noticed the names of the…
Of Scales and Chandeliers
I had a feeling in my gut that we shouldn’t have been playing with a ball in that room. Grandma…
Longing for Home
We have (over)loaded the car: suitcases, dog crate, snacks, laptop. We have filled the gas tank for the 600-mile roundtrip….
One Year Later: A Divinely Personal Path
Most of my life I have wanted to be someone else. It started with wanting to be my older sister,…
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