There are bruises on my thigh. They’re from an evening over a week ago, injuries I don’t remember happening. I found them on a Sunday morning and wondered how bruises from someone else’s battle could be on my skin. One looks like the continent of… Read More
It’s a Wednesday in early December, and I’ve had plans to write. I’ve had plans to sit and process this year, process myself, for months. Of course, I had plans to write it, as it happened, but then, there was life. And now, it’s in… Read More
My youngest daughter and her best friend are playing intermittently with a recorder and chattering back and forth on toy phones. They’re across the house from me, but here, we’re never far enough apart to be unheard. My sons are playing a video game with… Read More
Standing beneath the spotlights on our small church stage, we practiced the songs for service this morning. Looking down, the words on the music stand blurred. No, not blurred, not exactly. It was as if the lights were too bright, the writing too soft, or… Read More
Evaline woke me last week, by climbing up onto my bed and softly touching her fingertips to my shoulder. You never sleep this late. Sleep? Had I been sleeping? My eyes could barely open, the weight of the lids felt just as heavy as they… Read More
It’s 9:30 on a summer morning and I have wandered in and out of my kitchen no less than four times. I’m puttering, really. Lifting cereal bowls and dumping the residual milk down the drain. Brushing Cheerios dust from the counter top. Looking out the… Read More
It’s been weeks now, maybe months. I wake up in the dark, at two or three, and I lay. I listen to creaks of the house. I stare at the ceiling, watch the slice of light from the street lamps that comes in-between the cracks… Read More
I’m not sure where the word came from. I don’t know where you first heard it, or how you came to incorporate it into your vocabulary, without fully understanding it’s meaning. But, it’s there. You strike a pose in front of your friend and have… Read More
Sometime in the frozen tundra of last winter – way, way back in a Once Upon a Time land, where I waited by the window for my husband to come home from work and had anxiety over babysitting arrangements for each and every wedding or… Read More
We watched a slideshow of old photographs for Lila’s birthday. Pixelated, not entirely crisp or even well-seen pictures, all blown up for closer inspection on our big screen television. Close-ups of messy Popsicles in the fists of toddlers, boring pictures of kids perched atop park slides, so… Read More
The Frozen Moon 