The Dust of Glory

This morning, I’m writing about grief and the holidays over at Shawn Smucker’s blog as part of his Advent Letters to Those We’ve Lost series.  Dear Mama, This morning, I found out that we are, yet again, not pregnant. . . and all I want to do is turn...

A Life of Moments

For Hilda One kernel is felt in a hogshead; one drop of water helps to swell the ocean; a spark of fire helps to give light to the world.  – Hannah More In front of the farmhouse, the forsythia has just begun to push out her yellow bows.  The roads here are...

Puppy Escapes on the Anniversary of Mom’s Death

4 years ago today, my mother died.  My dear, beautiful, compassionate, wise mother took her last breath.  I still cannot think of her absence without breaking into sobs that hurt my ribs.  I suspect Mom is watching us this morning – here on the farm – with...