Providing Wonder and Inspiration
“Take my hand,” I said, louder than I thought I had, until I saw all the people looking. I reached up for her hand, “Hold my hand, please.” I kept my tone in check, maybe. She looked down at me, smiling, bright blue eyes… Continue Reading “Hand Holding”
Written on a cramped airplane where I couldn’t see what I wrote. Done in about 20 minutes. I thought it was a pretty awesome deal. Including pictures of Guatemala in this, though the actual Guatemala post will come later. The old man of the… Continue Reading “Remembering a Foreign Time”
Despite his unwanted wife, despite his father’s harshness in regards to marrying, Muric had children. Four of them, two sons and two daughters. His eldest was a son, which was considered a blessing, but as he walked by their doors, he cared little. They… Continue Reading “The Wrong Children”
