On circling helicopters, broken hearts, and peace-breathing.

img_2667I’m listening right now to police and news choppers hovering overhead. The sound is relentless. Ominous. Heavy with heartbreak. Distinct with the rumble of grief. Apparently there was a suicide this morning at the high school near my home. A student. At 7:48 AM.

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On Southern drawls, and changing views out your kitchen window.

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Pocono kitchen view.

It was winter 2002 when our little family packed up our dog, hamster, two cats, and every little bit of our Mississippi charm, as we headed out on a crazy 4-year adventure of living high up in the Pocono Mountains of NE Pennsylvania. Continue reading