Falls, Gardens, Deaths
HE SAYS IN NEW MEXICO the weeks before Thanksgiving are High Fall, autumn in abundance, all bright colors and fruits. Thanksgiving is the high point of that season, and also its end. Then it’s whooping...
View ArticleDying Hair
Leaning over the bathtub rinsing the dye out of my hair, I notice that the droplets splattered on the porcelain look like blood. It reminds me of my mother, whose death had nothing to do with blood or...
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Love, Not Time Heals all Things
Today’s UP CLOSE guest post comes from Sunny Smart. Sunny is a stay-at-home mom with two part-time jobs, four full-time kids, and one fantastic husband. Those stats aren’t likely to change anytime...
View Article“All these things shall give thee experience”
Yesterday, as my dear mother-in-law, Barbara, and I worked in the kitchen while most of the men and the children (yea, even the adult children) caravanned on the traditional drive through the mountains...
View ArticleWe’re All a Little Broken
My oldest brother used to catch geckos as they scaled up the bricks beside our front door. One night I watched as he tried to snatch a particularly fat one, but the lizard’s tail fell off in his hands...
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Blood Isn’t Thicker Than Water
I donate blood. Not for money, not for a love of pincushions, but because I know it makes a difference. (The Australian Red Cross Blood Service also gives chocolate milk, juice and TimTams to donors...
View ArticleFive Seconds from Brilliance
A hummingbird trapped inside a window, bashing against the pane— a body heaves, feathers batter a soundless song. He knows not the open door of sun and nectar— only glimpses captured through clouded...
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Guest Post: Seeking Light
The gleaming, golden orb pulsates with energy. I cradle this bright globe in the space between my outstretched hands. Eyes closed, I effortlessly roll and recede, left and right; I am a clear,...
View ArticleNatalie
“Natalie is quickly slipping away.” I read this text on my phone as I sat in the boardroom at work, conducting a meeting with a department supervisor and several leads. As I attempted to talk, to...
View ArticleUnleaving
This short piece of fiction from Featured Writer Luisa Perkins was first published in Segullah’s new book. “Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving?” –Gerard Manley Hopkins *** “When we...
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