I toss the blanket aside heading to my bedroom to dress. “Can I wear pajama pants?” I ask Stella. ‘Seems very disrespectful’ she indicates with a wide yawn. … More In the beginning …
My focus for 2020. What’s yours?
I told him that if he calms down, I would give him a pen and paper so he could ask me anything … “The first thing he wrote is… ‘Where the f**k am I?’” We collectively pause and exhale a burst of laughter. … More Breath of Heaven – Inhale the Future
Note: This is the fifth installment in the Breath of Heaven series. If you’re new here, Welcome! If you’d like to start with the first installment please click here. “We need to sleep in a real bed,” Travis exclaims. I wrestle with the decision to leave Greg’s side. “No one is dying tonight, Mom,” Evanne … More Breath of heaven – Awake!
Note: This is the fourth installment in the Breath of Heaven series. If you’re new here, Welcome! If you’d like to start with the first installment please click here. I open my eyes. The sideways sallow hall light ushers with it a creeping sense of dread, low-level anxiety threatens to balloon into full-blown freakout. … More Breath of Heaven – Conversations
Our eyes meet as the paramedics jog the gurney away from me down the dreadfully long hall hurrying toward the waiting ambulance. I attempt a reassuring aspect but fail miserably. His color changes from pasty white to gray in an instant. He struggles to breathe. I hold my breath. I swallow a sob as I … More A blink
Rain droplets on my windshield obscure her face, it’s her platinum blond hair that catches my eye. I have a quick impression of a young woman, possibly a college student? A stylish, chunky knit hat is pulled tight to her brows against the frosty rain. The hat sports a pompom the size of a grapefruit … More The Opportunity
When our eyes connect the electricity takes my breath away. We belong together; no doubt about it.
Waves glide over my head stealing my breath. Not a swimmer, I push forward toward the prize: a sandbar approximately 200 yards off shore. At least I’m praying that’s what it is and not an oceanic mirage.
I sit in the pink semi-darkness of the growing dawn staring into the beautiful eyes of this tiny boy. I am overwhelmed. My breath catches, an ache in my throat, a sob of joy and fear. Fear of the future and joy for what it holds for him.