Sat at my feet

I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am… Continue reading Sat at my feet

Groundhog Day

Izzy, Virginia, and George right before the car accident Labour Day, 2011. I was in a car accident. George would have been in the front seat. He would have been killed. By the grace of the God I barely believe in, we had stopped at a gas station and gotten candy and the girls had… Continue reading Groundhog Day