He Remembers

It was early 2017. The little girl was sobbing on the stairwell. A father had already forgotten her for years, and she was temporarily separated from her mother. I loved the little one, who was normally smiling. All I did was hold her. After a few minutes she finally quieted… Continue reading

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The Sewing Box

The Sewing Box. I’m thankful for the sewing box.  I brought it with me from my widowhood when I said ‘yes’ to the man’s invitation to be his wife.  What a useful tool kit to open when the man walks the thorn lined path by the river!  The rip in… Continue reading

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