THE RECONSTITUTED HEART

It's in the quiet places. In the fever pitch of push against shove. In the aftermath of corroded dreams. In the fury of detonated relationships, rubble still falling. We whisper. What are you doing, Lord? Hindsight is always 20/20. We wish we could see ahead, prepare for the curveball, stop the train before it derails. A clue or two, confirmation we're on the right track, headed in the right direction. We wish we could know that people are going to hurt us. Wish we could go

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