It has been coming at me from all angles. This concept of bodies, how we are souls poured into vessels. How we are mysteries wrapped in flesh. How we are rulers of our weight, our muscle tone, our ability to clock a ten minute mile.… Read More
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. ~Proverbs 3:3 My life is ordinary. It is filled with ordinary moments pressed together, bumping up against each new day with the same simple tasks. Wake, feed,… Read More
I’m on my knees and I am having a moment. It’s a quiet, weight of the hurt of the world easing down to my shoulders, falling to the ground, sort of moment. It’s a screaming out at the ocean and not hearing a response moment.… Read More
Somewhere, I dropped the ball. At the crucial moment when it curved through the summer air and made its descent toward my waiting hands, I must have blinked or sneezed or let my gaze be caught by something shiny in the corner, because it dropped.… Read More
The grace of God surpasses our politics. Somewhere, hovering over the mess of this bumper-sticker, my-guy-is-better (or at least less evil) than your guy, mudslinging, irritating, land of a thousand billboards season, there is peace. At least, this is what I’m telling myself this morning,… Read More
I was at the chiropractor last night for a complimentary new patient assessment. I stood on the scales and stared straight ahead at a mirror lined with black tape, showing the best possible symmetry for our bodies. The scales beneath my feet showed a nearly… Read More
In the car yesterday, as Vinnie drove, I stared out at the side view mirror. Specifically, I stared at my upper arms, my shoulders, my obnoxious little underarm chub (that every tank top puts on prominent display) and if I turned my head just-so and tilted it… Read More
Asher came to me, from helping clean his bedroom, with a book tucked under his arm. I stood at my computer, editing, burning, prepping a post office run for work and a gallery for a client. Busy. I want you read this to me. He… Read More
I didn’t mean to. This is the refrain of my children. Lila, in particular, apparently loses control of her body multiple times a day, piling up a stack of offenses against her brothers – none of which she ever means to commit. Pulled Alex’s hair?… Read More
We bought ice cream today. Royal Banana Split. Three flavors with three toppings, all in one carton. It’s Neapolitan on steroids with chunks and fruit and chocolatey swirls. It smells like an ice cream parlor when you peel back the lid. Shortly after we got… Read More
The Frozen Moon 