A Glimpse of Gold

THIS MORNING, AS I WALKED OUTSIDE in the unseasonably gentle weather, my breath was taken away by the sky.  Dark, purplish blue clouds stretched across the dome of heaven in the north, south and west.  In the east however, the low ridges of the clouds glowed a deep orange through the bare branches of the…

Time for Thanks

I’ve posted a few times about feeling like I was mourning the loss of the old Mary Elizabeth and our life before her stroke.  It felt good to type it out loud, and was I’m sure therapeutic to acknowledge the loss.  But it was of course confusing to grieve for somebody who was still very…