A Letter to Mama

I began this post a week before you left us. It was late one evening as I sat by your bed in your hospital room. One of us was staying […]

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be […]

The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place. That’s what I used to call my time alone with my thoughts, the place where I’d go and talk with God. It was a place I’d go […]