Small Gems of Irritated Hope

I seem to have a fascination with pearls. Not in real life so much as in a symbolic way–they keep popping up in…

Benediction

She walks on wounded feet, carries white roses to the willow by the pond on the hill: three roses, the number of those…

Recently, I discovered that the man who plagiarized me has died. My fiction has been plagiarized a couple of times, but this was…

I was twelve years old when my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was one of the most terrifying and lonely…

My first year and a half of college, I attended Texas State University in San Marcos. It was a difficult time for me….

Last summer, my husband saved a man and his five year-old boy from drowning in Lake Pend…