When everything isn’t merry and bright [and why Advent is meant for you & me]

She sits on a chair in a waiting room, the doctor talking to her about options. Treatments that might work. Things that could be causing the sickness that weighs on her son’s weak body. I watch her, and I want to be all that she is. Persistent. Devoted. A fighter. But I don’t know that …

Wild and Free and a whole lot of selfish: Reflections on what it means to be a free spirit

The palm of her hand lay flat against the cream, granite countertop, smudges of toothpaste and puddles of water surrounding her small fingers. Beneath the very tip of her nails were remnants of dirt left over from an earlier outdoor adventure. I stood, lurking in the doorway. Large, brown eyes looked up at me and …