“Trauma doesn’t have to speak for us to see it is present. It announces itself in abandoned decorations from another season. It whispers through the holes of broken toys. It screams from stickers slapped on doors.”

Observations on life by Marie Noelle Duquette
“Trauma doesn’t have to speak for us to see it is present. It announces itself in abandoned decorations from another season. It whispers through the holes of broken toys. It screams from stickers slapped on doors.”
by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
“I give you a new commandment—to love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. Everyone will know by this that you are my disciples—if
It’s chillier here than I expected. I picked up a purple hoodie emblazoned on the front with a graphic Route 66, at a Texas-sized truck
Early Monday We met in the dark at the Temple, our group of 7 women and two men. Standing in the cold, circled by a
A year ago following cataract surgery, I set alarms on my phone to remind me to apply my eye drops at regular intervals. I used