by Darcy Wiley | Nov 12, 2021 | Grief, Relationships, Spiritual Formation
Every Tuesday, Jacquie Reed pulled into my driveway, shuffled up my steps with her blue canvas bag over her arm filled with scraps of paper, artwork, and her file folder, and spent an hour and half with me sharing both sorrow and beauty as we worked through her essays...
by Darcy Wiley | Feb 14, 2013 | Buttons & Thread, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
My sister is a fix-it girl. At night, her bed lays empty while she undoes the dirt of day at a local coffee shop. She dusts the fixtures and sweeps away crumbs. She sanitizes tables and chairs and counter tops and remembers who sat where in the daylight when she...