Mary the Mother of Jesus In a Wheelchair

One year for our little church’s Christmas pageant, I cast Elli as Mary. After all, Mary doesn’t say anything the night of Jesus’ birth in any of the stories. So it didn’t matter that Elli couldn’t speak or sing. We draped her in blue fabric (why is Mary always...

I Don’t Love Christmas

I met Terry 17 years ago, when Scott and I first started dating. Terry and his wife were Scott’s roommate’s parents and had unofficially adopted Scott into their family. As Scott’s fiancé, they opened their arms and hearts to me too. I used to tease...

Lament for a Memory

The glow of petal pink and glitter sparkle are faded under a Gaussian blur of dust and years. The petals’ edges have browned and curled a bit like the pages of an old well-loved book. The green leaves on the three stems brag a youth their brittle stiffness can’t...

Bottled Up

the forest wept rain-tears falling mist dampening my dry upturned face grief for me for Elli gone five years that...

A Story Unfinished

When one person who has lost a child encounters another who has lost a child, they connect immediately. Finding another who has walked that valley of the shadow of death is both wonderful and terrible; wonderful because here is someone who understands and has been...