I Am a Wife.

Boyfriend-Who-is-My-Husband is home, and our house is a different world. Giant, Bean, Short Son, Smalls and I did just fine while BWIMH trudged uphill with a wheelbarrow full of cement blocks, dug trenches, mixed and poured concrete, and his fingers stumbled through misspelled conversations with deaf children. I thought my week was hard. But no. […]

I Am a Writer.

It struck me recently that I’m a writer. Now, I don’t mean for you to believe that I haven’t been aware of this until recently. It’s the fact that it struck me. Hard. There are days when I don’t have time to write. This is a week full of those days. And my soul burns, […]