A Letter to My Daughter on Her Eighth Birthday (August 8)

August 8, 2015 Dear Little One, On this day, we should be celebrating with eight candles burning fiercely on a cake, a cake made with all of the love in the world.  Would it have been chocolate or… Read More

She Dances

Her body rests nearby.  My home, what would have been her home, is the closest one to her resting spot.  The ground in which she is buried is holy ground.  Sanctified, a stone sits; upon it is engraved… Read More