In this phase of my life, I find myself a space holder. It’s a sacred job, one many don’t really think about much. Until you require a space holder. Or someone you love does. Holding space for someone you love means that you are solid and impermeable, even as they get buffeted by the winds of…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
