She’s crying in the darkness. Big, raspy, gasping, croupy cries. My husband and I run to the bathroom and turn on the light and the shower. As I hold her, she clings tight and the tears slow a little. The steam helps, but still her chest heaves loud in the night as she gulps in air. It’s … Continue reading Be Held
“Why is there a traffic jam?” my four-year old asked from the backseat of the car. The highway was backed up a ways. At the front was a line of flashing red lights. And although we couldn't see it from our vantage point, I knew that the police were accompanying a young soldier home. I … Continue reading To Those Who Serve Our Country….
"My blanket's not dirty!" she sobs. Her in-between intakes of breath are sharp. I try to give her another little pink blanket. It looks almost like the love-worn one from Grandma, but she will have none of it. "I want my blanket!" It's her security, her comfort. And it's gone. It's in the laundry and … Continue reading The Letting Go