Articles

  • Watering Love

    Just over two years ago, Scott and I hiked to a beautiful waterfall here in Tennessee and sat up together under the trees — talking, soaking up the view, and enjoying being together again at long last. It was then that Scott put into words what our hearts had been saying for a while, and…

  • A Daisy in the Darkness

    Usually, I like roses. The sparkling purity of a white rose is lovely. Red roses remind me of sappy sweet romances. I find blue roses interesting. Yellow roses make me smile. And my friends know that peach roses are my favorite flower in all the world.

    So when I saw the daisy planted by a neighbor’s mailbox, I almost walked right by it.

    But then, I stopped…

  • the heart that was broken

    I had never wanted to know what it was to have a broken heart. I had tried to do things differently from most of the world, to protect myself and my heart from needless pain. But here I was, and it was real.

    When I saw that there was someone else that made him smile, the realization that I didn’t light up his world brought the painful truth home. I knew, then, that I could never make him happy the way that I wanted to, the way that it should have been. Knowing that perhaps “he and I, together” wasn’t meant to be after all weighed on my heart like so many heavy bricks, crushing out the spark of joy that once had lit up my world.

The End.

The End.