“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.”
Tag: Hope
You Saw Me
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
The Big Chill
“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
Dallas at Dawn
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
Day 1 / Part 1 LOFG Caravan
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
Doctor My Eyes
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
Take Off Your Shoes 