Tucking Her In

The funeral home came to remove Mom’s body a few hours after death. As they wheeled her out, maneuvering through the dining room, I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Goodbye,  Mom,” I whispered.  I also thought, “If you sit up right now and say, ‘Just kidding!’ I will yell and say, ‘Just leave already!’” …

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The Black Dress

As I walk into the closet, I gently pull the black, v-neck, three-quarter-length sleeve, knee-length dress off the wooden hanger. I force myself to stop and take a deep breath. I know this routine far too well, for it is ingrained in my being. This past year in particular I have taken part in this…

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A Viking’s Burial

“This is so amazing that we go to a church like this,” my husband whispered, as he slid a few papers stapled together across the table to me. I had just settled the kids into Godly Play and snuck into the service, and I was surprised to see the words printed across the top of…

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