This morning, Evaline broke a bowl, split it down the middle in two while attempting to refill it with Goldfish. Lila held the pieces together and announced she could fix it. But, you’ll still see the crack, she said, showing me the damage. It was… 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
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
We were driving yesterday, or the day before, a long stretch of road that we drive often. Two of the four kids were sleeping and I was watching the sky overhead, the bare bones of tree limbs, scratching at gray clouds. We were going quickly… Read More
I was wrapping up a newborn session, positioning a two week old baby boy into the arms of his family’s eighty-seven year old patriarch. I was watching for the light from the windows behind them, turning their bodies to catch it, just so. So that… Read More
She has no way of telling him she loves him anymore. She is wrung out like the clouds sagging in this morning’s sky. Nothing left but gray space. They had a good run, one might say. Thirty-seven years of kisses in varying degrees of wetness… Read More
The Frozen Moon 