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?
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
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
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.