My two-year-old daughter presses her open lips to the pane of glass then pulls back to yell, “Open! Open!” She matches her five little fingers up to the five little fingers on the other side. The faces of both toddler girls are confused as to why they can’t hold hands, share toys, or even go… Continue reading Through Smudged Windows
I reach once again for the letters in the bottom drawers of my nightstand. It’s been three weeks since my husband left for army training, and, with a week left, it hasn’t gotten any easier. He is without any sort of modern communication – phone calls, text messages, e-mails; my only connection to him is… Continue reading A Prayer for Your Heart
Bethany Broderick 