Heirs in Hope

Though I am an adult, I still yearn for my mother as I did when I was a very little girl. ************************************** It w...

While writing Loved As If , I’m also recovering from Sjogren’s, Crohn’s, fibromyalgia and a mis-diagnosed dance injury that was treated as...

A howling beast lives within me though I may look much like a lamb. She longs to sit in the public square bellowing: “See my wounds! They ...

The classroom buzzed with whispers, “Where is Mr. Y?” “He’s not coming back.” “Why?” “I don’t know.” “There was something about him in the...

“Oh no!” I cried out. “What is it now?!” Claire’s demanded. “My zipper broke.” “Change your dress,” she placed a hand on her hip and rolle...

“Charlotte laughed because your mother died,” Tess stood before me, her head to one side, a hand on her hip. It was my first morning at sc...

The photograph caught my eye,  Giants?! I quickly lifted the section of newspaper that sat atop Eve’s purse. Oh! It’s just sports, I told...

Rust, dust, grittiness against my tongue: I pressed my mouth against some sort of metal mesh. My feet were bare. I stood on a cool, smooth ...

“This is good,” Ella took a huge bite of applesauce, raisin bread. “It’s even better with butter,” I told her taking the butter dish from ...

“You do have a lovely voice,” the choir director told me. “Do you know this?” I took the sheet music, and began to sing, “Why should I fee...

The phone rang as we opened gifts. Fourteen year-old Dawn, ripping a paper wrapping, shouted, “That’s probably my mother! I want to talk to...

Maybe something happened, I suggested to my Friend as I trailed my hand across the frames of the huge cork boards. Why else wo...

I stood in the open barn doorway. An old man sat on a stool near the back end of a brown cow. The cow was munching hay; something made my ...

You’re old enough to learn to do your own hair, the woman tugged the comb through my wet hair. Sssshhh! I winced through my teeth and pull...

Sometimes, I miss my mother so much, I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the booth, my eyes rimmed with red, my face pinched, lip...

The big cookie jar was on the counter, open. The cupboard above was locked. She forgot! a big smile filled my face as I whispered the word...

But Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me, my Lord has forgotten me.” “Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should have no compas...

Revised “about Loved As If” page which discusses why I chose the Harrowing Of Hell as my motif. There is no hell too deep for God.

She died, the man’s face twisted as he pushed the words out. His eyes were puffy and swollen, his voice a breathless dullness. Your mother ...

Come here boy, I put the pan on the ground. The shaggy golden dog tilted it’s head to the side, cocked one ear and stared at me. Come on, ...

Today’s post for the A to Z Blogging Challenge. If you like my posts, please share them and please like my Loved As If Facebook page. Thank...

Albert! the woman studied a tag. Look at this! The man leaned against the wall, holding a bag, checking his watch every few minutes. I do...

During April, many bloggers participate in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. This is my first year. I'll post twenty-six excerpts from Lo...

During April, many bloggers participate in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. This is my first year. I'll post twenty-six excerpts from Lov...

During April, many bloggers participate in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. This is my first year. I'll post twenty-six excerpts from Lov...

During April, many bloggers participate in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. This is my first year. I'll post twenty-six excerpts from Love...

I have spent the past nine months trying to write Loved As If so as not to offend anyone or trigger any painful memories in those who hav...

Loved As If now has a dedicated blog. Today's second post was inspired by the first reading in today's lectionary. Please follow...

One day, my first Catholic friend, who is given to voicing profound insight about Scripture and faith off the cuff, told me, Jesus didn’t me...