Fill These Empty Hands


I've had to adapt to life rather than allowing life adapt to me. It's wasn't supposed to be like this, ya know. By twenty-five, I was going to be married and soon thereafter, have a little girl, ... [ Read More ]

Raising Moments

raising moments

I was a little girl when my grandma, Rhe, started a frog collection for me.  By the age of ten, I must have accumulated over one hundred frogs — metal frogs, paper mâché frogs, plastic frogs, tall ... [ Read More ]

In the Waiting


We all have something for which we remain postured in hopeful expectation. Waiting is often that anguished “pause” between absence and abundance that causes us to drop to our knees and cry out to the ... [ Read More ]