Grief

Easter Twigs

It's March. Each year the Iowa landscape dons a coat of mud regardless of what type of winter we've endured or embraced. The light changes giving hope for warmer days even as the furnace continues to blow warm air on our winter dry skin. And we who chose to live in Middle America get antsy.… Continue reading Easter Twigs

Grief

WID’O

I have no idea what I'm doing most days. No longer in shock, I am working, in seminary, and signing up for volunteer activities. Yet all is not as it was. I awake sometimes in tears followed by an often bolt out of bed. My bolt is not unlike when the boys were small and… Continue reading WID’O