Honeygirl

Honeygirl

I recall being in awe, probably with a goofy look of juvenile adoration smeared across my dirty face, whenever I observed their family’s interactions.

On Being Thankful

On Being Thankful

I was being sent to an orphanage in the middle of literally nowhere. Twenty miles upriver from Bethel, Alaska, and I’d never heard of Bethel before. I know I wasn’t thankful. I was fearful,

Her Love Had Known No Bounds

Her Love Had Known No Bounds

I looked around at shadows cast from the trees blocking the lantern’s light. There was only darkness. Thank goodness there were no glowing eyes staring back from the reflection of lantern light.