the /grace/ between

The good-byes of an Army wife. The good hellos of an Army life.

The grace poured out between.

On the Physical Nature of Grief

So here’s my new semi-terrible discovery. There is a nonlinear expression in the physical nature of grief, not just the intellectual and emotional, and nearing the anniversary of my daddy’s death, the two are not working in concert. Not at all. My body has...

grief, lighted candle
On Goodbye

On Goodbye

It’s hot outside my window right now, with the sun pouring through the trees, painting off kilter patterns on the hardwood. But if you slide down the embankment by the wood shed into the old railroad cut and follow the trail straight back to the civil war era...

Goodbye Baby Roots

Goodbye Baby Roots

We’ve made our home in the woods for just shy of three years, and so, as these things go, it is time we pull up our baby roots this summer and make our way to San Antonio, Texas. You heard it right, my Texas-flag tattooed, Rudy’s BBQ obsessed, cowboy boot wearing,...

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