The house, our house, is meant to be a place to heal rather than divide. It keeps the table where we should sit and discuss. Something, we dream, that should stand for ages long after our footsteps disappear from the Earth's fields.
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Friday Night Writes: Who is the Baby No One Wanted?
Photo taken October 2012 by R.T. Dickinson outside Bamberg, SC of my father and son. He was no one's child. He was everyone's child. Wrapped in his first blanket, the baby lay in a crib carved by the pastor. The man smiled. Eyes – the color of ashen storm clouds at dawn – stared at… Continue reading Friday Night Writes: Who is the Baby No One Wanted?
Corrie's Season 