Why Thirty Seven Christmas Gifts And A Cold Exclusion Cost My Father His Entire Trust Fund
The snow was drifting past the living room windows in heavy white curtains, piling up against the glass...
Author: Vanessa L. Collins
Why Marking Elena Absent Twenty Three Times Cost Me Seven Years Of Quiet Sleep
The blue plastic cap from the dry-erase marker always smelled like stale vinegar whenever I pulled it off...
Why A Small Summer Favor And A Quiet Eight Year Old Cost Me My Safe Ignorance
My daughter called me on a Tuesday afternoon while I was halfway through canning peach preserves, her voice...
Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My Estranged Son Cost Me Seven Years Of Silence
I know you’ll hate me. Maybe I deserve it, and honestly, looking back at the wreckage I made...
Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My Estranged Daughter Cost Me My Last Conversation And My Quiet Faith
Heavenly Father, in the mighty name of Jesus, I come before You and declare that every hidden plan...
Why A Substitute Teacher And A Classroom Full Of Smart Kids Cost Me My Career
The box of dry erase markers smelled like stale vinegar and cheap plastic every time I pulled the...
Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My Estranged Daughter Cost Me Everything I Thought I Kept Safe
Dear God, Thank You for giving me another day to live, love, and grow. Even when I feel...
Why A Newly Appointed Museum Director Mocking My Traditional Cataloging Methods Cost Him His Entire Institution
The smell of heavy rag paper and cold iron always stayed in the wool of my cardigan, no...
Why A Sixty-Five Year Old Patient And Four Minutes In An Exam Room Cost Me My Clinic Peace
The stainless steel tongue depressor tin always rattled three times against the shelf whenever someone shut Examining Room...
Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My Daughter Cost Me Our Quiet Faith
The digital clock on my bedside table read 5:12 AM when the screen lit up with another one...