a blog by Candice Gage
Two weeks ago we had snow in the Ozarks, drifting into the road on the Sunday morning drive to church, catching in my hair as I darted into the big red doors. Today, the windchimes sing in the warm breeze that dances into my open window. The irises are budding, ready to bloom. Dogwood and… Continue reading When Winter Ends
I read a story this morning that pulled tears toward my eyes: Her name is Diamond. By the time she was 21 she’d had three children with three different baby-daddies and been around a lion’s share of city blocks. Her eyes are as deep brown as the dirt on the earth, but not as dark… Continue reading Praying for Diamond
Incandescent Ink 