May my children run to me like they are running home. May they hear “I love you” so much that it echoes in their bones. May they find safety in my arms before they learn of fear. May they grow up knowing they are wanted, chosen, enough. May they never have to heal from the […]
I was 58 years old when I first met my big brother. I have had knowledge of him since around 9th grade. While living with my dad in 81-82 or so, we visited my grandpa for Thanksgiving.
By a survivor of the Sacred Chicken It started on a ‘rain-slick ‘any ole day’ in mid ’92, I guess. Actually it wasn’t wet from the rain but that line seemed kind of the right thing to type. Ya know? Yeah, anyway, when I moved into that whitewashed lunatic barn that I called home at […]
