Winter Light
In the winter, the sun slides through the windows and into the house, illuminating the corners and making the mundane precious. Continue reading Winter Light
In the winter, the sun slides through the windows and into the house, illuminating the corners and making the mundane precious. Continue reading Winter Light
Do you receive text messages in heaven? I. I remember how creepy I thought it was When your mother Kept your father’s voice on her answering machine Long after we had grown used to his absence We would be startled by his vibrant voice Greeting us and explaining that They “were not able to come to the phone right now; Please leave a message—” You and I often argued about getting rid of our landline and the companion answering machine. Me, saying it was a monthly bill paid only to receive robo-calls and recorded requests for donations You, saying, “But … Continue reading Do you receive text messages in heaven?