My Second Year

I can hear the early morning sound of your coffee grinder chopping beans to a pulp. Is it Guatemalan, Ethiopian, or is it Kenyan today? Th...

Dear Ricky, Four years today. So much to say. Instead… Quiet peace. I give thanks. Love, Me “To him who is able to keep you f...

Dear Ricky, I’ve been thinking about this day for a while now. Three years. Three is such a very small number, but it sometimes seems so v...

Dear Ricky, My thoughts fight for expression…expression that looks like nothing more than a jumble of words on a page.   I’ve started and r...

The Land Between. This title describes how I’ve felt at many times during this past two years. Between the past and the future. Between desp...