If you aren’t sure of what a charged word looks like, consider the word forgiveness. If forgiveness was a door it would be the

Although I should be sleeping like a baby, I’m wide awake. The projection clock shines 3 am on the ceiling. Still too early to

A momma deer and her delicate fawn pay us a visit. We watch them stroll across our back lawn, munching clover on their way

I hear the sand crunch under my tires as I make the last left turn toward home. My house, the last one on this

I still have the picture. My third-grade class photo, the one in which I wore my Snoopy necklace and cowl neck sweater, the one

I’ve watched it many times. Always off the east coast, always over the Atlantic. The arrival of the orange orb announced by its preceding

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I didn’t set out to be a “stepmother;” never thought I would have a “second” husband. The words, “divorce,” “single mom,” "stepparent" and “blended

It happens at the end of every day. She hears him before I do, stands at the door, and stares with fixed concentration. By

Motivated by a love for family and a lifestyle of living within their means, my parents planned a stay-at-home vacation before staycations were a

The third time is a charm they say. Well, I sure hope so. I’m tired of washing this same load of laundry, the load

His name was James. He planted the blueberry bushes in our yard years ago, when our yard was his yard. I only spoke with