He snuggles close on my lap, dear boy with tears dripping, heart as broken as the toy that fell apart. “Can you smile?” I ask, brushing droplets away. An emphatic shake of the head. No. No smiles. So I wink and draw in a shocked breath, “You lost your smile?” I clutch him tight,…
I’m sitting there and we’re praying and tears bite into the flesh of my cheeks. They drip off the end of my chin and cause my nose to run. They are quite inconvenient actually. Mostly because I always forget to bring Kleenex with me. Did you know that the salt is a healer? When we…
I grew up with three brothers. No sisters. I was a girl, no doubt, but I was a tough kid. Cowboys and Indians, dirt piles and tree climbing, pigtails and pink ribbons. I cried when I was angry or bleeding. I was thirteen when I found out about women and tears. My first ladies meeting….
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