The Broken Silence of Remembrance
In the silence around the cenotaph, a rooster began to crow. I heard it across the river, and knew its throaty notes—our rooster. At first I felt mild embarrass...
Category: hard things
Stories from Moldova: I am Liuba
“I am Liuba! My name means love!” Tears stream down her face as she grasps Tanya’s hand through the bars. Her other hand clutches a scarf to her cheek, a new on...
The Devil in My Manger Scene
He’s down in the left-hand corner of the scene, a bent and crooked little man clothed in a dark wooly covering. Like a shepherd, only more sinister. “Who’s that...
Easter Secrets Under the Bed
The day before Palm Sunday, one of our cats had kittens on my daughter’s bed. It was only barely morning by the clock. The natal activities woke and kept us up ...
Homemakers In War
We never expected to see these sights. My eyes hurt looking at images from the other side of the world. If this is the pain of the image, what is the pain...