October Rose
October Rose I sauntered along the border of the shimmering parking lot, past shiny-leafed plants laden with day-long drizzle. I lingered in October rain, admired the quench of leaves surrounding a show of pink roses.
October Rose I sauntered along the border of the shimmering parking lot, past shiny-leafed plants laden with day-long drizzle. I lingered in October rain, admired the quench of leaves surrounding a show of pink roses.
Last Friday, we sat crowded in the doctor’s office beneath white lights and the weight of a new cancer diagnosis. My in-laws, husband and I waited for the doctor to arrive and deliver my father-in-law’s pathology report.
Dear Andy, I read another couple’s love letters this week. Their intimacy basked between the lines of their blog posts, like two lovers savoring skin-on-skin between fresh sheets.
I wrote this piece in early March, while Andy and I were in the process of packing for the mission trip to Guatemala.
I am a writer, oncology nurse and Christian with a passion for how our stories connect and heal us.
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