Daddy, Carry Me

"Daddy, I can't go.  I'm tired."  Her hands reach up, "Daddy carry me. I'm scared.  It's getting dark.  I can't see." Like a good daddy he whisks her up into his arms and gently places her on his shoulders. The evening is fading and the sun begins to withdraw behind the horizon.  Darkness isn't far [...]

When We Need Each Other

"It's kind of scary,"  she said.  A young woman, who stood on the threshold ready to walk through a new door, summed up her thoughts with those four words.  It's.  kind.  of.  scary. I sat with her for a couple of hours.  I listened, offered some suggestions but those four words didn't leave me once [...]