“I have a dream that my [grand] children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” Martin Luther King, Jr. “I Have a Dream,” Address Delivered at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, 8/28/1963 I … More E Pluribus Unum … Out of Many, One (if you’ve forgotten the motto of the United States)
Oscar Wilde wrote, “We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.” … More Unnecessary Things
As the Christmas season wraps up with the Feast of the Epiphany, I’m often struck by how Joseph felt, what he thought. This is a bit of musing about Joseph and his perspective on the Christmas miracle. It has been the craziest couple of weeks. But they fit perfectly with the insanity of the past … More Will he call me Dad?
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
This is the third installment of this series. If you’re new here find the first installments here: Breath of Heaven and here: Breath of Heaven – Then. Thank you for your patience as I work through this story. Please share with others. The blue-black sky holds my broken heart in its grip. I glance up … More Breath of Heaven – the Turn
This is the second installment in the story of Greg’s cardiac arrest. Thank you for your patience as I struggle to work through the events. It’s harrowing and cathartic both. If you haven’t read the first installment you can click here. Sometimes the things you think’ll never happen – happen just like that. The Impossible, … More Breath of Heaven – Then
I’m standing in the sunbeam path trembling as I watch it settle just above the heads of four paramedics kneeling over Greg, my husband. … More Breath of heaven
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
