Coming Home 
Coming Home: Lessons Written in Glass(0)
In his hands, the glass was magic—a thing of beauty, with characteristics as unique as a diamond. Like tarot cards, Mr. Wetherington read the glass.
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The Tug on My Line
When I was pregnant, I read all of those “What to Expect When you are Expecting” books with their various descriptions of what the first movement of the baby within me would feel like. – “Like a butterfly’s soft wings gently brushing your skin” – “Like a tickle, a flutter” – “Like the tug of [...]
Homeplace Memories
But I know that all I need to do is open the back-porch screen door and step across the weathered threshold of that little white house, and the memories will flood over me, taking me to the places of my childhood.
Sliding into the Day
I’m rocking, very slowly, thinking about things that I often don’t have time to think about. Taking the time to read about what’s going on around me in the bigger world. And the bigger world is important, because it’s how we are all connected.