Holy Week is upon us. I am decidedly not ready for it. Once again I have failed to observe Lent in the way I intended, one that honors...

Things go awry at Fern Creek. Of course they do. Little things pepper our life here, like clumps of dirt, pebbles, straw, and poop...

Clara knows I'm not her dead baby. Of course she does. Still, when quiet Clara catches a glimpse of me she begins to bleat, insistently...