Category: Christmas
The sun has set. The day is over. Β My two sons sleep in front of the dwindling cooking fire while my wife sits nearby, winding…
Read MoreShooing a pair of goats and a hen out of the first stall, I bend and gather a pile of hay for her. She sinks…
Read MoreI go to see my mom on Christmas Day. I take her flowers. It is like many other visits with the Alzheimers, that thickening veil…
Read MorePurple with sunrise, the last of the night's clouds drift toward the sea. I pass through our gate and start up the rocky, winding path…
Read MoreM: It is good we have finally met, Isaiah. I've heard much about you. The faithful say we are speaking about the same event β…
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