Amy Secrist

Tag: children

  • Autumn comes cleanly into my day.

    Autumn comes cleanly into my day. It has us wearing jackets and opening windows, stacking books and rearranging toys; it has us moving furniture and wiping baseboards, walking to school and praying in church. The three little ones and I stop in at the sanctuary. We are there with two women, mopping and dusting, and we…

  • Living Miracles

    These miracles, so bright I cover my eyes; they bound, glide, skip before me and beside. She rides his old training bike with eyes halfway closed; he jukes and zags in front as she laughs from her toes, and the little girl plays “touch each stone” along the way; then it’s “touch the shoulder” when…