Hands. Think about how much they do. Our hands create, make, soothe, and mend. They caress, cradle...build, squeeze, and heal. They...

This tiny, distressed girl is my mom. I'm guessing she's about two years old. My heart breaks when I see her so sad: those chubby hands...

My life is filled with tiny trinkets acting as wee adornments of my life, reminding me of a trail of emotions: joyful, immense,...