Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch It was oddly emotional when the realtor suggested I remove all the art from the walls before we show the house. With our bid accepted on a property with more space and more opportunities, I pressed her for details on how to prepare
Time and again she glanced to her side, lifting her eyes up, a broad smile pouring into her expression. This new bride, 24 years old, with a mass of curls pinned to the side, holding a fingertip veil in place. Her skirts floated along with as she walked, trustingly locking
What is the first thing you let go of when time seems short? I have not yet found the time and space to write and think without a deadline. In an email, I explained, “I start to feel disconnected from my heart and my thoughts grow disorganized when I do
I do not want to look back. I do not want to count my blessings from the past year because it means 2017 is even further away, that the time in my life when Celeste was alive is even further away. One year ago, my husband and I looked back
In December, I set high ambitions, but my reading was light. Instead, I managed to pray the Office of Readings nearly every day. Having not had a regular habit for some time now, it was a success. In December I read Tremendous Trifles by G. K. Chesterton –
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch I steal away for a few moments to write these words between the flickering of the tree lights, the sound of a four-year-old yelling “puddles!”, and the slam of the door as she escapes. The toddler slams his favorite step stool
We waited in line at a special holiday sale, the line longer than usual, the packages larger than usual, and a cheerful, seasoned employee called out “remember this is the joyful time of year!” I wonder where the slow time has gone. Advent is meant to be a time of
