A Heart To See

A Heart To See

By: Ginger Hughes I’m not sure what she saw when she looked at me. There were no tears. My eyes were no longer swollen or red-rimmed. I was simply standing at the door of the intensive care unit, eyes downcast, waiting for my cousin to join me there. I glanced up once...
Yet Goodness Remains

Yet Goodness Remains

“Mommy, I have to go potty!” my son hollered from the backseat. You’ve got to be kidding me, rolled around in my mind, never making it to my lips.  We had just stopped fifteen miles back, and we were only two hours into our six-hour trip.  “Are you sure you have to...

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