They come in with fistfuls, crushed, warm and wilted in their palms. Dirt under their fingernails, smudged on their cheeks, they each come forth and bring me the soft, yellow riches of their dandelion harvest, the first for this year with it’s late birthing spring. The broken mess of… Read More
I joke that they’ll write tell-all books about me. That one day these children of mine will be full grown and will share their stories with therapists over how awkwardly I fumbled through motherhood: too loud, too quiet, too harsh, too lenient, too many trips to… Read More
On Easter Sunday, between early morning egg hunting and setting up for a church brunch and the start of the morning service, I walked into the quiet sanctuary, stared up at the green projector image proclaiming in simple and neat font: He is risen! And… Read More
I love my children. If the need ever arises, I would sacrifice myself for my children. No question. But, until that day comes, I am not a doormat or a chauffeur or an enabler, or a martyr to their cause. I’m reminding myself of this,… Read More
Our morning routine has slowly unraveled into a morning meandering. Alex wanders in and out of my room as he checks tasks from his list: Word Problems over oatmeal – done. Reading Comprehension – done. Chapter of reading book of his choice – done. Language… 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
When she came to my bedside last night, in the early hours of the morning, I felt her before I could see the shadow of her carved out against the black. In the bed, she stayed closer than close, arms around my neck, forehead to my… Read More
It’s nine in the morning and I walked out with my camera to see the aftermath. Because I’m nosy. Because it was the house just on the other side of my neighbor. Because I was awoken by a barking dog and a curious husband and… Read More
In a homeless service center ten miles from where I sit there are people far more relieved than me that the terrible blast of a Nor’Easter has passed us by. There are people there, waiting in line for their turn in the shower, holding their belongings… Read More
I believe you make all things new. It’s spring, and though I awoke to drizzle and ice and fresh snow on my lawn, I believe still in the newness of the day, in the warmth of the sunlight, in the hope of new, green, life… Read More
The Frozen Moon 