H I D D E N
When I sit in my chair
Comfortable like a familiar hug
And drink coffee in the morning.
I watch the cars drive past my window…
He Holds My Tears
I cried one day—one day in a progression of many—and he cupped his hands under my teardrops, whispered the most beautiful words anyone had ever said to me. “Here,” he said, “let me hold your tears.”
Starring Sick Mom
Recently I published a guest post by Inger DeVries, who struggles deeply with mental illness. Today I share a post by another courageous woman who lives with a different type of chronic illness involving her heart. She asked to be introduced only as HDR. *** Modern medicine didn’t cure me. Treatment followed a few years
Just Like a Tapestry
In response to a recent blog post, “7 Things I’ve Learned about Marriage (After Two Months of It)” a reader wrote this poem. I liked it so well I wanted to share it with you. Thank you, EAN, for the poem. *** Just like a tapestry Carefully woven A marriage is born Where love is
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Skin on Skin
He’s not angel. Not demon. Just flesh. I thought I would come to know someone different: a hero perhaps. In my mad moments, someone inferior: dumber, meaner, more annoyed. Turns out he’s made of the same substance I am. Wrong sometimes. Right sometimes. Always best when he’s not aware of it. In