Day One at the Ocean
My first bask on the beach usually consists of me unwinding a tightly wound knot. "Hello, Sea.", I say. "Remember me?" She waves and nods a beckoning yes. But I…
My first bask on the beach usually consists of me unwinding a tightly wound knot. "Hello, Sea.", I say. "Remember me?" She waves and nods a beckoning yes. But I…
My friend Mia has two mountains in her home. They're both tall and cushy and snow-colored. One's in her closet and the other is in a corner and they're both…
Oh I've said it in a few live-streams, and to a few faces, and in a few posts here lately, but I'll say it here too: We have got to…
I've been at a conference and I've been cut wide open, and how do you go back to normal life when you're all in slits like this? How do you…
Ah, the piano and strings are playing here again! And my writing flame is flickering! And I'm sitting happy in front of a window, candle lit, sun shining, flowers potted,…
I feel like mothers live in this thick divide between pure, unadulterated bliss on one side, and absolute helplessness on the other. Motherhood is a mix like that. One minute…
Holy Week is here and I want to make something of it. I want to read about it, talk about it, share it, undo it, and tie it up on…
It's Sunday and my seat will be empty. That seat there next to the preacher where I stand and raise one hand in worship and slip the other into his…
I have one in the basement, situated on the corner of the hand-me-down couch, watching Paw Patrol, feeling pukey. I have another one, fur covered, full of energy, running around…
The 4th Monday in July means that we are in the 4th and final chapter of Colossians. I'm sad to see it close, but pleased to ponder what may rise…