Finding Tenderness in the Fog

Finding Tenderness in the Fog

Photo Credit: Julie Graham There’s a strange tenderness in harsh prairie winters. In the midst of deep fog, the temperature swings slowly, visibility declines, ice and frost coat the roads and the windows, and the hoar frost wraps the power lines and the trees. We can...
A prayer for hope in the wreckage

A prayer for hope in the wreckage

Photo Credit: Sarah Tosh Manafo As the world feels like it might give way into dust, I’m clinging to a promise of hope. I can still feel the faint dry spot on my forehead where it was marked with ashes. We haven’t been promised permanence, and that pisses me off. The...
Clinging to the promise of joy in the midst of grief

Clinging to the promise of joy in the midst of grief

Last night, I removed my sister’s name from the Christmas address list.  I was clinging to the letters of her name typed into a cell in a spreadsheet.  I pressed the delete key slowly and then moved her children to new lines.  Tears streamed down my cheeks.  She died...