Coffee & Cake: Part III
Thursday The next morning, Jay was up very early, much to the surprise of the B&B owner. “Good morning!” S...
Coffee & Cake: Part II
Tuesday So here’s the way the project worked each year. Mom and her team would host several workshops for children and adults during...
Coffee & Cake: Part I
PROLOGUE When my mother was a child she would have this recurring dream about Heaven. She never saw clouds, streets of gold...
The Queen’s Farewell
“Mama!” Helen’s voice came bounding around the side of the house, down the grassy slope toward the family garden. “Mama!”...
Seasons of the Heart: Reconciliation
I hurried down the block toward the cafe, in escape of a forceful, frigid wind that had been in hot pursuit of me. I barged through...
Seasons of the Heart: Vulnerability
I sat with unexpected ease in the unfamiliar seat I had chosen. From that vantage point the world was new within the familiar frame...
Seasons of the Heart: A Door Ajar
My perception of a familiar presence was followed by the pronouncement of my name in a known voice. I stopped breathing mo...
Seasons of the Heart: Coming Undone
The crisp air nipped my cheeks as I sat still waiting. It had been several weeks since I returned to the garden. I had been drawn by...
Seasons of the Heart: Resistance
The readiness with which the wounded heart resists, resents, revolts against that which it most deeply yearns for is most peculiar....
Seasons of the Heart: Breaking Bread and Other Things
She never told me where she would go on the nights that she would leave home in my father’s absence; I didn’t have the ins...