on fault and grace

On Fault and Grace

“Don’t climb those,” were the first words out of my mouth as we entered the park in downtown.  Nestled between skyscrapers, it offered a splash area that ran in between hills covered with shining Astroturf.  The hills were spotted with abnormally large rocks, and my then seven-year old daughter was weaving in between them. “Why…

Stillness

I sprinted around the house the weekend before the appraisal, barely taking the time to complete one task before starting another.  Baking soda removed stains from counters and spackle was applied to a hole in our bathroom wall.  Since I didn’t have time to paint, we covered the spackle with a towel and instructed our…

the runner

The Runner

Sam emerged from my abdomen three weeks late with a strangled scream, not the boisterous cry I expected.   Squelched by fluid in his lungs, he went silent quickly. Concern swam up my half-numb body. He spent his first New Year’s Eve behind the bars of an infant hospital bed receiving special visits from all the…