Son Flower Seeds

She sopped me up like a piece of bread dipped in venison gravy She said she tasted something wild even though I soaked it in vinegar “It’s a tad gamey.” she folded up three creases on her forehead and twisted her mouth unpleasantly. “Buuuttt how?” “I steeped like a teabag. Why I submerged until my skin crinkled up like an accordion!” She added more indentions … Continue reading Son Flower Seeds

Leah the Wild Cow

A friend of mine sent me an intriguing podcast the other day about Rachel, Jacob’s wife. She was the mother of Joseph and Benjamin. She said, “I keep seeing Rachel everywhere!” When she said it, I thought, “that’s funny” because “I keep seeing Leah.” Oh, Leah, you break my heart. What can women learn from you and your eyes that cried a million tears? Our … Continue reading Leah the Wild Cow