Lessons I Learned from a Wounded Black Bird

I was standing at my kitchen sink, scrubbing yesterday’s pots and pans and staring off into space. The house was quiet, as the boys were out back squeezing in the last few moments of summer, and Dan was in the sunroom staring off into his own kind of space – his laptop screen. It had been a peaceful summer, but those warm sunny days were a healing balm to an unexpected springtime wound.Continue reading “Lessons I Learned from a Wounded Black Bird”