It Fees Like Home to Me . . . by Kristy Bay

I have always had an abnormally sensitive sense of smell. I am the person who compliments friends on different lotions and perfumes, the one who can describe how each friend’s house has a distinct smell, and the one who can often guess which particular fragrance...

A Day in the Life by Peggy Haymes

It is 8:30 a.m., and I have already finished my first session of the day. I would rather see someone at 7:30 in the morning than 7:30 in the evening, so I can’t complain. Except I always do when I’m leaving the house. Today is a rare day today–no more clients on...

Humming a Tune by Tammy Abee Blom

I have a song stuck in my head. Actually, it’s a refrain from a song but it circles and circles through my brain. “I will arise and go to Jesus; he will embrace me with his arms.” After about a hundred revolutions, the refrain sparked an image. The recent conclave...