Misreading the Signs

Misreading the Signs

When I was a teenager, I was always questioning my social status. Do I belong? Am I accepted? I was constantly on the lookout for little signs that I was “in.” Get invited to the party—I guess I’m in. Not asked to the dance—I guess I’m out. On...
Bottle of Tears

Bottle of Tears

Ticket stubs from favorite trips, concerts, and sporting events. Cards and letters hand-written by loved ones. Teeny infant clothes tucked away in a box, a snip of hair from a child’s first haircut, the first baby tooth lost. A pristinely preserved bridal gown. Sport...
Gracefully Ghosted

Gracefully Ghosted

On September 29, 1974, God whispered my name…“Dianne…come here. It’s time.” And on September 29, 1974, I answered the call. I may have been only 14 years old, but having been raised in The Church of Jesus Christ, make no mistake, I knew what I was doing. I was signing...