I always sort of squirm inside when confronted with the idea of grieving singleness. It seems inappropriately wimpy to shed tears over not having someone you’ve never had and who may not even exist when others have lost real, breathing people who were such a vital part of their lives. It feels like it would … Continue reading Gratefully Single: Dealing with the Grief
I walked with the stoics to the cliffs of death . I peered over the same ledge, down into the same ice black waters . and I tried so hard to breathe in the rush of freezing ache . kicking and squirming and trying not to make a sound . while they sat with their … Continue reading Observing Death with the Stoics
The mask is off— the words hailed as a gentleman’s came from the face of a killer so hardened—or softened— by evil that he can sit down to eat with treachery— and not recognize the horror he has welcomed in our name. . The night is black, the skies are clear, and our hands are … Continue reading Sackcloth and Ashes
Gratefully His 