Once upon a bowl, there was a daddy. He felt all alone. His wife felt alone too. She took care of the babies alone. Went places alone ...

I cannot explain the heaviness of my heart right now. My spirit is defeated. I am weary, I am sad. My friend lost her baby. A wanted and lov...

*We are lounging on the couch, listening to the kids playing in their playroom upstairs. Mark is messing with his phone (aka the mistress), ...

Did the cattle lowing cause him to stir to open his sweet eyes and did she look at Him so small so vulnerable and weep for his great power t...

It is 12:30 AM, a bare hour after I have fallen asleep. The cry is sharp and unrelenting, the kind that won't stop without intervention....

The house is quiet, the sky just beginning to lighten to pearl. I wake to the sound of stirring, sleepy baby murmurs over the monitor. I tip...

Last night I dreamed of blood. Blood on my hands. My hands on an object. The object rounded, ripe as fruit. Blood ran over my fingertips, st...