Tag: reflections

There’s a Picture of Jesus in My Junk Drawer

There’s a picture of Jesus in my junk drawer. It’s actually Nanny’s picture of Jesus but Nanny’s been dead for fifteen years now. I inherited it along with her red pocket thesaurus and blue poodle made of pipe cleaners that stood in… Read More

Crashing Surf

We have played together underneath the sky so big, so wide. Underneath sunshine we have played in the surf, foamy delight, white surf. I take their little hands – one, two, and three – and we walk through waves. We are pushed and pulled and… Read More