Special Delivery

The sun rises as the phone call reaches Mayberry–a frighteningly premature start for my nephew. Oh no. Unlike sleep, you can’t wipe shock from your eyes. I can, however, fumble to get dressed, stumble to the car, and travel with Stockton from here to there. We join the vigil, the celebration, the I-don’t-have-the-vocabulary-for-this moment after…

Truth and Daring

When tragedy happens, simple things can feel overwhelming. Loss isolates. After loss, however, truth and beauty can appear. In the spirit of letting life emerge from the ashes, it’s time to find some joy. Most people haven’t attended a retreat for visually impaired women in gorgeous Utah as I did last weekend. Yet, we all remember traveling…

Finding Support

On the local news, I hear it all the time. A reporter may say, “the driver of the car sustained major injuries but is expected to be okay, ” or, “the victim has now been discharged from the hospital.” The camera cuts to a smiley anchor and a few notes play as the next lead…

Departures

He won’t be changing a flat car tire and telling the security personnel he will be on his way as soon as possible on a quiet desert highway near Los Alamos. He won’t be counting out my babysitting wages from the secretary cabinet in the front room. He won’t be returning filled brown bags of…