Revenge of The Broken Horse

I know where wild horses roam free as the wind. It's a peaceful place, high in the hills, where there are no fences. I've taken a few friends there, when the sun was sinking behind the snow-covered peak of the volcano. I'm not a cowgirl by any stretch of the imagination, but I do love horses… Continue reading Revenge of The Broken Horse

The Romance of The Cross

Stay, my restless heart, my wandering feet. The way of escape is here. The place of newness and purpose is here too. Not in the next adventure, the next accomplishment, the next good deed, the next admirer. Stay and look up, above the spectacles, the sensations, the vanity. There is a cross up there in… Continue reading The Romance of The Cross

All Bloodlines Lead To Eden

Grandmère is repeating her favorite stories for my enrichment in a tidy room carpeted with green shag. Grandmère has no filter. On TV, Pope John Paul II is pretending to be God. A statue of The Virgin is enshrined among candles in a window. I should kneel in front of it, says Grandmère, and ask… Continue reading All Bloodlines Lead To Eden

For Trae & Those He Left Behind

Yesterday we shared a meal and laughed with our brother. Today we are washing his blood out of our clothes and asking God to forgive his murderer, whoever and wherever he is. The sky, like a cold gray funeral sheet, is stretched out above the orchards where we all used to feel sheltered--above the peaceful orchards where… Continue reading For Trae & Those He Left Behind

To The Unborn

Precious, When I was little, a man on an airplane asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Naturally, I hugged my doll close to my heart and said, "I just want to be a mommy." I was raised to be a housewife, like my mother and my grandmothers and my great-grandmothers. "Discreet,… Continue reading To The Unborn

Shackleton Was An Old Maid Like Me

There was a winter when it was so cold that the air hurt to breath and made the hair in adult noses crackle. Power lines snapped under the weight of accumulated snow, which completely buried our car, and which we melted in pots on our wood-burning stove because the plumbing was frozen. It took real… Continue reading Shackleton Was An Old Maid Like Me