Oh Holy Night

While bustling about, I look over at the wooden nativity my sister hand crafted… and I remember the greatest gift of all. He came to live among us so we might live forever, I ponder in the silence. “This is what it’s all about,” I sigh, as the meaning of Christmas washes me clean. Sure, I …

The Stranger’s Gift of Clarity

The Stranger Dogging my steps, stalked a man in the shadows. With hat pulled down and trench coat covering his face, he followed at a distance Fear gripped my throat as I clutched my cloak, like a desperate mother pulling her children to safety. Try as I might to ignore his pursuit, the sound of rainwater squishing between …