THE RECONSTITUTED HEART

It's in the quiet places, In the fever pitch of push against shove, In the relentless weight of grief, In the loss of what we'd dreamed of, In the fury of a split lip, A signal fire ending the relationship, In the ashes of betrayal. We whisper. What are you doing, Lord? It's in the dim light of hindsight. In the wishing for what could have been, In the quaking ground that leaves us shaken, With bloodied hands and bruised knees, If only we could have seen We question. Lord, wh

2024 will be stamped in ( my ) history as a complete fiasco. It started out with a bang - a nightmarish 17 hour trip to see family was...

It had been a lazy morning; coffee, playtime, to-do lists. I was finally getting dressed, when my phone rang. "I need towels and a belt. Call your mom to watch the kids. You need to take me to the ER." Outside Jon grinned sheepishly. Covered in dirt and sweat from demo-ing an old ramp, he held one bloody hand over his calf. More blood was running down his leg and splattered all over the grass. This wasn't the plan for our Memorial Day weekend, but after applying the make-shif