You’re Doing Just Fine
Emily H. Moore
I wake to my husband’s alarm and roll away as he attempts to steal a cuddle along with five minutes of snooze-time. While he’s
I wake to my husband’s alarm and roll away as he attempts to steal a cuddle along with five minutes of snooze-time. While he’s
It begins in a mystery. The colors, the intricate details, the petals all tucked inside a small bud. ing happens slowly, over time. And
Friendship. I love that word. It embodies so many memories and makes me grin, ear to ear, thinking about all the friends who define
On a cold January afternoon with fresh fallen snow on the roads, a hopeless drunk was behind the wheel of a car. With her
We had found a church to call home, we moved to a neighborhood where we actually got to meet our neighbors, and a park
Mourning the Loss of a Friendship How do we appreciate something truly great in its time? Not once it is over or changing or
“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of
I stopped just shy of “dilapidated” when describing the house on the corner. The exterior looked as though it’d been threatening to shed its
My cell phone rang and I actually answered it, it would be a treat to talk to another adult. My husband was mid-way through
I knew I was grown-up and married when I started using the word “the” to talk about my friends: “Honey, let’s see if ‘the