Grief

Dangerous Waters

I've wondered for months how I would feel when the next person died in the Wisconsin River. When the grip of this seemingly innocuous body of water pulled another unsuspecting human being along and under not letting go. A thief in bucolic clothing whose banks lack the human hand of life saving intervention like those… Continue reading Dangerous Waters

Grief

A Little Easter

Every Lent a simple wreath hangs on our door. It's a peace sign made from vines by a third world woman. Someone trying to better her life and therefore the lives of her family. Woven by fingers practicing hope. This sign also hung on our door from the first morning of our grief. I took… Continue reading A Little Easter