Shifting Sands
Asha Grinnell
Have you ever stood on the beach and walked out thinking the sand was firm only to find it was butter soft, so your
Have you ever stood on the beach and walked out thinking the sand was firm only to find it was butter soft, so your
After seeing the news on Facebook about the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting, I sank into my living room chair, phone glued to my hand as
Under the radar, barely breathing. Shallow movements undetected. My life has been that of a worker bee buzzing in the opposite direction of revolution.
I got a call from one of the moms in my 4-year-old’s class while driving home. “Did you hear? The school is on lockdown.”
When I was younger, I would have told you that a rebel is someone who breaks the rules. I would have smiled and said
We are a few weeks into school, and this morning I drove the boys to kindergarten and fourth grade. (It’s not my week to drive the
For years I believed there was something wrong with the way I was wired. As a go-getter, recovering perfectionist, and ultra-responsible person, I prided
My sweet girl. Sat on the sidewalk and wept. The ground supported her weight but not her disappointment. Some friends, a little older, had
If you know anything about building a fire, you know it takes three elements for a fire to burn: a fuel source (e.g. wood,
Some kids dream about growing up to become athletes, singers or doctors. Me? I dreamt about college. I recall with great detail the day