Thoughts and Tips
It's in the whirlwind that word-weaving shines brightest. It's when I'm writhing that writing is a type of cure. And it's when things are harried that the hush of creating…
It's in the whirlwind that word-weaving shines brightest. It's when I'm writhing that writing is a type of cure. And it's when things are harried that the hush of creating…
I like to listen while I'm doing laundry. I've been tuning into truth while folding and hanging for years and years now. It turns chores into a time of teaching…
He got my number off of a list in the library. The school used our home phone digits as our ID's back then, and someone had left the list out.…
His face is weathered in the pictures I've seen, but his gaze is gentle and his eyes beam kindness. I imagine that, in person, he was unobtrusive yet unavoidable. He…
A homeschooling home with publicly schooled children living in it sounds... weird. Laughable. Impossible? Maybe weird and laughable... but not at all impossible. After getting a degree in Human Development…
I came downstairs decked out. I was dawning my ribbed turtleneck, my grey stretchy pants, and some variety of cheap early two-thousands perform. Hair curled, makeup finished, feeling like a…
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
I'm up earlier than my body wants to be. If I'm going to tap keys, it has to be done in the wee hours. Otherwise, I'm consumed. There's a soft…
There's this fog that sits and lifts in the mornings here. It dances around valleys in the earliest parts of the day, sending everything into this glorious sheen. It hovers…
I'm sitting here before sunup on a Saturday. It's dark and my mind is muddled by sleep and I'm peering into the day and seeing a pouring. Mama here doesn't…