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 …

The Waiting Game

Winter painted the sky. Gray, overcast, and quiet—she breathed in and out, sending icy winds into the chapped faces of streetwalkers. And there I was without a coat, walking down Demumbreum. Chin tucked into my chest, I waited for the crosswalk light to turn green. My Sophomore year of college, my anthropology professor alerted me …