There are stories we tell ourselves in order to make the moment better or at least OK. Whether based on fact or fiction, these explorations of life give our lives more…more time, more comfort, more hope, more clarity… We feel a reprieve.
I didn’t know Jesus needed his hair done, all three feet of him, medium brown skin. She was (and is) absolutely adorable. Middle Child Syndrome rings through her slender …
And even after discovering that I don’t know her that well, after all, I still believe I can trust her.
It’s hardest when I’m the driver. I hear her desperate little voice ask, “Hand?” So I reach back, even though a shoulder/neck kink is sure to follow, and I hold …
It’s as if short snippets are all I’ve ever known. The daily “I should post that” thought is killing me–figuratively, of course. There was a time when long prose pieces were …
I showed up prepared to pray for others and ended up praying for myself, too. Even got to pray twice because the Rabbi wasn’t there. Not sure what happened to …