She runs to the oceanlike she is meeting an old friend,troubles spilling from her like teaas she dashes to the waterline, digging bare toes into wet sand and laughing as gentle wavelets and pillows of seafoamlick at her ankles in welcome. She runs to the ocean, arms wide and lips parted in a jubilation so profound drops of…
Last night before bed, she asked me to listen to her heart, and I didn’t think twice about it. But as I put my ear to her chest, and heard a gentle whooshing that I’ve never heard before, it hit me stronger than ever that barring a miracle, heart surgery is imminent. It won’t be…
Getting back in the habit of daily writing has been a rather daunting challenge for me. In truth, I’ve been agonizing and overanalyzing my plan of attack around it for months. But with a blog conference in California looming on the horizon, and a promise to myself to be willing to explore and experiment more…