Letters to Arden: The Eve of Three
On a spring evening in May the lawn tractor’s rumble disturbs the placid village scene. It’s Daddy-O on his vintage Bolens, with Arden along for the ride. Arden...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
Pour – a communion reflection
You pour your love into our hearts. Yes, in this I can and must hope, for I come to communion empty, drained out by the steady drip of day-after-day. And what c...
One red balloon
Once upon a one year old, a little boy fell in love with a red balloon. It was your very first birthday party. There was a blue frosted boat cake with a candle,...
This morning
Is it a woman’s weakness that makes me want to cling to you? The exaggerated emotion of one easily overwhelmed? Or is this love? And what love is this that the ...