Nichole.
With (almost) more paint on their clothes than had landed on the canvas, Mom had one more message to share with her kiddos. While they were distracted by a few more chocolate donut holes, she painted a few letters letters…one word…and a quick arrow. Its not easy to create art on a moving,…
Her time in the limelight started strong. The attention of an entire room was revolving around her sparkling blue eyes and mischievous grin. She loved the attention, but secretly. She enjoyed the spotlight, but not entirely. It wasn’t right. Not as right as it *could* be. Her best friend, her favorite playmate, her most idolized…
“I would sit here every night,” she said. “We counted stars and watched the fireflies.” She rested on the front stoop, finding comfort in the stair. Anyone else would’ve felt the rough edges and hard surface, but she settled into the concrete as though it were a plush sofa. In that one seat, she found…
She stopped to pet the lion. No, it wasn’t dangerous. In fact, there was nothing in it to fear (except maybe the strange looks from other pedestrians). This lion was as still and as silent as a sculpture. Yes, really. It was a sculpture. But it was there, standing in her path simply…
The sun shone, yes. But it didn’t help at all. The bitterness of the December cold lingered, along with every breathe she exhaled. That winter sun especially couldn’t even poke a hole in the bite of the day after a snowstorm. Three boys stood armed at the edge of the clearing. They’d just walked down…
I sat in my car, preparing to leave the park where I had just spent an hour cherishing my time with Hannah and her sisters. My phone beeped with a calendar reminder: it was still trying to remind me that I was supposed to meet with Heather…oh wait! I cringed. DID I REALLY JUST SPEND…