Through Thorny Ways

Through Thorny Ways

My thin sweater did nothing to ward away the chill in the air. The smell of wet earth hung on the wind. I slopped my high heels through grass and mud on the way to the stadium where my littlest brother would be sliding the tassel from one side of his cap to the other,...
The Grow-Down Gospel

The Grow-Down Gospel

With a weathered spoon, I am chasing bubbles in the boiling oatmeal when my three-year-old stampedes down the wooden stairs, shouting out with the tree in his sights. “Shh!” I shake my head, “Your sister’s still sleeping.” It’s a ruckus when he’s in the room....