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Category Archives: Journeys
Breath of Heaven – Inhale the Future
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.
Breath of heaven – Awake!
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,” EvanneContinue reading “Breath of heaven – Awake!”
Breath of Heaven – Conversations
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.Continue reading “Breath of Heaven – Conversations”
A blink
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 IContinue reading “A blink”
The Opportunity
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 grapefruitContinue reading “The Opportunity”
The Angry Doll
When our eyes connect the electricity takes my breath away. We belong together; no doubt about it.
Sandbar Swim
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.
Waiting on Remy
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.
