Piece of Heaven

Playing Agricola tonight with my husband and two good friends, the chickens safe in their coop, the babe squirming in my belly, and my boy snuggled cozy in our bed. With the cold just settling in for the season, I cannot ask for more than this.

Making Sense

The crisp leaves on the trees, singing the song of the night wind. The stars in the sky, holding their same places since our long-forgotten ancestors looked up at them. The women in Haiti, trading sex for food to feed their children. My little boy, warm and snug in his bed, calling to me so he can wrap his arms around my neck.

Sometimes I have trouble fitting all the pieces together, finding the sense in this world of ours.