It all feels like glass, really. A little too fragile, and I must watch my steps. It seems that life is full of it--glass walls that keep us in, glass doors that keep us out, glass hearts that break all too easily...We live lives made out of glass because the more life we live, the … Continue reading Lives Built of Glass
Our love found us in the middle of our pain. We sat in solid colored chairs against blank walls and waited for the nurses to call my name, over and over and over again. He held my hand during the waiting for the nurses, he rubbed my back during the waiting for the doctors. There … Continue reading Our Pain Found Us In the Middle of Our Love
We grew up going to Minnesota each summer, so whenever we travel to the lake country it feels a lot like traveling home. It's so good to see cousins who are as close as brothers, and family whose support and love is surprising in the best way. Some of the few people who hold our … Continue reading Circle of Protection for the Hurting
