The Hatchling

The summer after my little one died, guided by the force that advances and halts the water, we set out for the place they instinctively knew to go. When we arrived, their nests peppered the beach and told us they too, had arrived. They, too,...

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Author’s Tea

In a muted, half asleep whisper, my brave one pulled the covers to his chin and uttered words I thought he’d never say, “I don’t want it to end mama. I don’t want school to end.” Instantly, the uncertainty that has come to mark the start...

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Butterfly Release

The parade of small feet marching towards the crest of the hill stilled my heart and settled my soul. I knew- I just knew- this moment would reach into the deepest crevices of my soul and whisper the assurance for which I had been longing....

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The Fish Party

It was her 8th birthday- a fish party that instead of receiving presents for herself, she asked all her friends to give to the sanctuary. She met me at the property this weekend to share what she had received. She, her mom and I, we...

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Daffodils

I can describe it no other way than-relentless. The snow pounded and the wind cut right through me as if old man winter needed to remind me of his presence. The snow piled high and tucked the landscape under a winter blanket. With each new...

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Seasons

He shook the snow from his gloves and asked me if I remembered the year we had so much snow the path was twice as tall as Catherine. I did- it was the winter when snow tumbled from the heavens daily. It was the winter...

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2015

As I rocked her, a subtle glow illuminated an image that has settled deep into my soul. Never did I imagine it would serve as a compass for the journey we would all too soon embark. “The wolf shall also dwell with the lamb & the...

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Bare Branches

I placed the branches in the kitchen, just as I had done last year and the years before she died. The traditions started when they were babies are in some ways more important now than they were then. I dare say, this one may be...

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Hallowed Ground

He casts out and reels in- falling into the rhythm of the waves breaking on the rocks beside us. I settle in beside him and pull my knees up to my chin. We are content in the stillness and peace that hugs us tightly. It is...

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Angels Bowling

He hung over the arm of the chair watching the storm out the window. Out of nowhere he announced, “She is definitely bowling strikes.” I knew exactly what he meant. I had told them there was no need to be scared of thunder: the angels...

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