Why Do Bad Things Always Come in Threes?

There is a strange horrible beauty to life, and death, sometimes. In the hours after a waterspout over The Chesapeake Bay turned into a tornado and ravaged our town in the earliest hours of Monday, July 24th -- by the flickering light of candles -- my younger daughter miscarried her child. Her sister curled up... Continue Reading →

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: