Some Angels come with tails

It was one of those spring mornings that feels like a hymn, where every breeze hums hope and the sun spills across the earth like a promise. The cherry trees outside the Meadowvale Nursing Home had just begun to bloom, painting the sky in blush pink petals that danced in the wind like confetti for… Continue reading Some Angels come with tails

The mirror between worlds

The accident happened on a warm June afternoon. The lake shimmered like liquid silver beneath a sky of spun glass, the breeze carrying the scent of pine and distant wildflowers. Elise had always loved the water. It had been her place of peace since childhood. But that day, it turned into a passage. A misstep… Continue reading The mirror between worlds

Before I do

A Soul’s Morning Prayer There’s a hush just before morning breaks, a tender silence where the veil between heaven and earth thins. The world hasn’t quite awakened, and neither have you. The room is still cloaked in shadows, the sheets warm with the softness of night’s last embrace. And in that moment, when eyelids flutter… Continue reading Before I do

Do you feel it?

Deep within the sanctuary of their shared, cocooned existence, two nascent lives stirred, their thoughts intertwined in ways beyond words. Their world pulsed with a steady rhythm—their connection to something vast and unseen. “Do you feel it?” one asked, in the silent language of unborn souls. “That pulse, that rhythm, like a melody calling from… Continue reading Do you feel it?

The dock of discovery

The dock groaned softly beneath their weight, its weathered boards warmed by the breath of the sun. Four small bodies sprawled out like a patchwork quilt, knees bent, elbows propped, hearts wide open. The air was thick with the perfume of lake water and wild grass, humming with the lazy song of dragonflies and the… Continue reading The dock of discovery

I do that too

Tommy’s mother had always been cautious, but today she found herself in a bit of a bind. She needed to make a quick phone call and there was no one around to watch her son. She spotted an older man sitting on a bench with a walker beside him. He had kind eyes and a… Continue reading I do that too

“Where the Love Goes When the Lights Are Too Bright”

The emergency department never sleeps. It hums. It screams. It pulses with urgency, fluorescent lights buzz like hornets, monitors beep in dissonant rhythms, and every hallway holds the echo of some heartbreak, some miracle, or both. The air smells of antiseptic, coffee gone cold, and something deeper: burnout masked in perfume and professionalism. And then…… Continue reading “Where the Love Goes When the Lights Are Too Bright”