Why Are You Crying?
The sound of weeping cut through the still, morning silence. The wracking sobs and desperate cries struck a dissonant chord with the bright bird song that announced the early hour. It didn’t matter, Mary Magdalene was alone, bereft of comfort, bereft of the one who had come to her rescue before. At least that’s what…
Flies and Chocolate
“Mama! Did you know that without flies we wouldn’t have chocolate,” my 8-year-old son yells from the dining room table. He’s doing research for a project on pollinators that his teacher assigned him. It’s part of his new remote learning, part of our new normal. I had hoped he would choose to research butterflies, but…