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Grace burrows into the hood of her orange sweatshirt and curls into pink plush on the couch. She complains of a sore throat, but she has no fever. Of course, it's only 49 degrees in the house. "I can't feel my fingers," she moans. "Do you want some gloves?" "No. Then...
I'm in a snit from the moment little feet hit the stairs and find me at my desk. Irritation flares up the back of my neck and I'm longing for a cave to disappear into. For no obvious reason, I'm irritable, and the clashing of their small annoyances, with my...
Sophonie, she scratches words on peach-colored concrete with a sliver of yellow chalk. She points to them and then to herself. "God. Me. Father. Mother." I brim and pull her close. "Yes. God. He's your father and your mother." And He's enough. Jeffrey's fifteen, he...
I've had months to get ready. But I'm not ready. I google "animals in Haiti," "birds in Haiti," "snakes in Haiti." and "Haitian culture." I immerse myself in Flickr'ed blue and red and green and pink gingerbread architecture and cough from dust rising in YouTube...
All moments funnel into one, swirl faster in eye-blurring fury and...
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to...
In you, Lord my God, I put my trust. ~Psalm 25:1 (NIV) We stopped at a dingy...
The moon drops into the west like a giant grapefruit this morning, while the...
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