My Grandmother's Dishes My grandmother’s dishes still adorn the holiday table, though her presence has been missing for over a decade. I again felt the familiar tug of longing to hear her voice just one more time as I filled her rose-painted bowls. Holiday gatherings are bittersweet. Gatherings with cousins, aunts, and uncles on my …
Grateful
The pages of the small New Testament rustled in the hands of the man next to me on the flight home yesterday. In a heavily accented voice, he asked me if I knew what he held. I smiled and nodded, as I looked up from my book. He explained that he had been jailed in …
His Song in the Night 