Category: Healing the Heart
Portrait III
in the abandoned garden, she waits,
cold marble lips,
feet melding with the block of stone
that gives her the semblance of life,
heart that has never beat buried deep.
Life in the Slow Lane
When I originally had the idea for this article, it was going to be all about how life in the slow lane can…
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Benediction
She walks on wounded feet, carries white roses to the willow by the pond on the hill: three roses, the number of those…
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A Single Act of Compassion
I was twelve years old when my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was one of the most terrifying and lonely…
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Where I am Meant to Be
Last summer, my husband saved a man and his five year-old boy from drowning in Lake Pend…
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