Gigantor & Jesus: Of really big spiders and extravagant love

   Today I find my thoughts scattered.   Much I've held in. Some for good reasons. Some for not so good.   But the urge to write is strong. I write while I shower. I blog while driving the car. My mouth reads the words coming off the Frozen book Leyla wants to read every

The spaces in between

Yesterday I saw a photo. If you know the story behind the photo, you know exactly how awful it is. It's a little 3-year-old boy, curled up on his belly. On the sand. With the water lapping at his face. Dead. The photo makes him look as though he is merely asleep.... Not that he