Trepidation and Grace
I remember being 17 when my mother was going through the dresser drawers in my bedroom as she was putting folded laundry away. “They’re not mine!” The words of denial trickled from my mouth as my mom held up a pack of Newport 100s. “Pam must have put them there.” [sorry, Pam.] One lie flowed
Father, Into Your Hands…
About 21 years ago our youngest daughter, Lillian, contracted a bronchial infection that almost took her life. She couldn’t breathe, she was intubated, and she lived in a special tent for 5 days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at St. Vincent Hospital. She was only 18 months old. I remember holding her tiny body