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She, supposing Him to be the gardener, said to Him, “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary!" She turned and said to Him,“Rabboni!” (which is to say, Teacher). - excerpt from John...

Our friends waited downstairs in the kitchen, picking at brie and crackers and entertaining the other three of my children who weren't unfamiliar with delays like this. The pizza got cold while Nate wrapped her resistant-self in his arms like she was a rag doll,...

The public world can't grow the private me. It never could. I was fifteen and full of dreams with a brand new Bible I'd highlight in the late hours after friends went home, before the days when those friends were always accessible to broadcast my every thought to...

He wasn't different in the sort of mysterious-let-me-find-him-out sort of way. To me, his different wasn't other, it was just wrong. I was twenty-something and ambitious and full of all sorts of ideas about how life should be lived and, from the way he folded his...

So she says to me, "I want what you have in Him ... " and immediately my mind flashes back to that one afternoon. The sun was overhead and I was still in my sweatpants, thankful to be working from home on the day the tears kept coming. I blubbered, uncorked, to a...

She reads just like me, finding time where there isn't any to rip through pages and chapters ... until she reaches the near-end. Then she slows to almost a halt, wanting to linger in a story that is now a part of her. We didn't see her for hours as she devoured the...

Sometimes you have to see it starkly in another before you can fully realize it in yourself. I asked her, "can I tell them your story, sweet Lil', because it's really my story?" "Sure," she said, without the shame that years of fumbling in this same place can often...

I see you, Mama ... You were on lunch duty, volunteering. You watched her from across the room, sitting alone at that long rectangular table that could fit twenty, while girls dressed just like her filed in and jammed their small bodies into tables all around her....

He had such a great idea with that little grey and black marker -- monogramming his own plastic box, a perfect space to claim sole ownership -- until it slid out of his hands and onto the kitchen table. Permanently marred. Not like the curtains or towel bar or toilet...

"I miss her, Mommy," she says of her biological mother, finally releasing the tears that had been locked within her gait for a day. A whole heck of a lot of "missing" was wedged into that one innocent phrase. She used the only words she had. My little girl was...