Category: Essays

I miss the little hands he had, Which will never touch my nose. I miss the tiny feet he had, And his little baby toes! And the future we would have had together, Which I destroyed when in my prime, If only, if only, if only, if only, I could turn back the hands of…

Sometimes there are moments of grace in your life that just make you stop. I found such a moment of literal grace that made me stop in my tracks. At times I walk – to get away from my stress, to relax, or to get some exercise. I normally walk the mile to my church…