Five Minute Friday: SAFE

Every pulse of my being desires to keep her safe. Draw her up close and not let go. Surround her with covers and the tenderness of my mama arms, stroking her tired head, rubbing her sore tummy in circles. I am still drunk on coziness, the wonder of stories read on...

Five Minute Friday: When

When you wake in the morning with first thoughts of fear for tender lives in your care, or with the day’s tasks racing past your face on a hopped-up assembly line, or with pain over that relationship or horrible misunderstanding, and all you can do is sort of...