Sep 4, 2014 | god & grace
I noticed it there the first afternoon of our weekend in New York, a glass jar tucked quietly into a corner on Colette’s kitchen counter. It was stuffed with little pieces of paper that bulged beyond the rim in an unusual—and interesting—way. Eventually I...
Oct 16, 2011 | Moments of Grace
I came to consciousness slowly, with a civility that’s absent on alarm clock mornings. It feels so wonderful to lie here, I thought. The sheets so soft; the blanket just right; his warm hand resting, peaceful, on mine. Don’t move, I whispered, sensing him...
