Climbing Out of Fear

Climbing Out of Fear

By Darcy Wiley She’s the youngest of the line-up, but she straps on her gear all the same. We pull the belts through the buckles and double back through to cover up the word “danger” engraved on the metal. She scoots around to show me her shoes are too big. They’re...
Gift at Low Tide

Gift at Low Tide

{I’ve just rolled in from the shore and am reaching two years back into the archives to share with you my favorite Palm Sunday ever. Enjoy as you align your heart this holy week.} Palms waved on Palm Sunday, fronds rattling, applause in the wind. I walked...
Our Spring Will Come

Our Spring Will Come

Sidewalks are the new riverbed. Water rushes down the slightest incline over cracks that break your mother’s back. Liquid leans over the frozen curb and flows down the path of least resistance. But not you, little boy. You pick the hard way. You bypass smooth terrain...