I think this is where we were for Kaleb, I said to Vinnie as we walked into the parlor. Was it the same for Pepere, too? We’ve done this walk before, as a family, too many times in our recent years. Things are blurring together in my… Read More
I’m sitting in the grey light of a Friday morning, at the tail end of a week when it has rained and monsoon like winds have gusted, shaking down the the final bursts of autumn color. It’s the tipping point of the year, the final… Read More
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real. – NIN I didn’t know him and I don’t know how he felt. I don’t know if he was disappointed, if he was sad,… Read More
In the kitchen, Evaline is laying on a flattened cardboard box on the floor with a marker-doodled, naked, baby doll. She murmurs excitedly and I catch a word here or there as I stand by the sink, stirring my coffee. Look, my castle! I love my sister. Oh,… Read More
I’ve cried more this week than I can remember in recent months. I wept for the family I wrote of recently. I prayed and then I cried, not because I’m terribly close to this family, but because in faith and in motherhood, we are alike. We… Read More
When life is heavy, we lift. When I scramble for babysitting, last minute, and my life feels overwhelming or heavy. Friends, they help. They make my life, my heart, light. When a man on the curb is holding a placard that reads Will Work For… 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
We live in a fairly quiet neighborhood. We live off of the main road, where it’s safe for children to ride their bikes, where it’s safe for my kids to play in our yard and welcome others to join them. We live in a home… Read More
I’m thinking of a 1st birthday party, of Winnie-The-Pooh hats and balloons and cake. I’m thinking of my father with his hulking video camera perched on his shoulder, of the dry laugh of my aunt, the blond baby in his high chair, his cheeks smeared… Read More
The Frozen Moon 