read more posts by
Christine Yount Jones
Our step family is a shadow of what once was. It is a specter of what could be. It is a reminder of broken shards of the families that could have been. Our step family is holidays with half our hearts. It is reunions with absent guests. Our step family…
Death is my traveling companion. We prepare for a dream trip to France and these items are on my list of things to accomplish before we board our first flight. The drapes are at the alteration shop by the UPS store in the shopping center with the Subway, I tell…
For years I’ve punished myself believing that my extra bites, licks, and tastes were gluttony. That I was a sinner (I am) in need of forgiveness for breaking my diet (I don’t). Sticking to a diet does not mean that I am more holy than when…
