700 Words

My Sunday Night Journal Entry (slightly edited for public consumption)

I write.Therefore I am, a writer.

Invisible Hope

From Strength to Strength

The Blessing of Boundaries

"While Darkness Does Its Work"

Blessed Are Those Who Mourn

January (the first of 2 monthly posts)

Chaos, Katydids, and a New Book

Stories of Grief Redeemed

On My Way Home

On What It Takes to Carry On

Thoughts on a Rainy Wed. Afternoon

How Wide and Long and High and Deep

When Creative Work Is Therapeutic

Sing a Little Louder

100 years from now

On Laying Our Weapons Down