Life is crazy—no surprise there! As you all know, my days are packed with writing and a never-ending errand list. Creative nonfiction pieces are coming soon, but for now, my novel Cloaked Miracles and my MFA program have taken over most of my time.
As the title suggests, life is full of hidden wonders. We find small moments of grace tucked between the chaos of daily routines. We rush through errands, care for family, and carry the world’s weight, or at least $150 worth of groceries, in one trip.
But even in the struggle, there are glimpses of the extraordinary, like miracles we don’t see until we take a step back.
I hope all of you—my incredible readers and future subscribers—are finding those moments in your lives.
Reassurances
“Don’t worry, put your hands up. It’s okay.” I told Michelle.
She doesn’t believe me. I can see it in her eyes—the fear, the doubt. I am supposed to be her protector, her knight in shining armor. How can I convince her everything will be fine when I’m unsure?
“Are you sure?” she said, her voice trembling.
“Yes. Don’t worry.”
Uneasy glances, whispers, and a low murmur of uncertainty filled the air. Did we make the right choice coming here today? Probably. But now, we are strapped down, locked in, and unable to turn back.
Michelle wipes her eyes. “I don’t know if I can handle this anymore.”
I squeeze her hand. “Baby, I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you.”
A masked man walks past us, his gaze lingering on Michelle before he moves down the line. He pauses and speaks to a small group ahead. He whispers something to them. He gives a thumbs-up to a masked woman in the group’s center. She nods and waves at the others.
Michelle lets out a shaky breath. “Babe…” Her face is soaked. Her fear is palpable.
I hold her hand tighter. “It’s going to be okay.”
Our seats jolt forward. A mechanical whirl fills the air. The ground beneath falls away as we climb. Up. Up. Up. The world stretches out before us.
I grin. “Hands up, babe. Here we go!”
Michelle screams as the rollercoaster plunges towards the Earth.
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