Lessons from the Winged Things
She had a dusty grey crown, brown and black feathers, a puffed tan chest, and old wise eyes. I almost skimmed right passed her at the South Carolina Aquarium. She…
Mr.Carver
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…
Writing Prompt 2
I went on a walk and the wind walked with me. It really did. Whenever I'd pass a tall old tree, or an overgrown thicket of green, or a well-rooted…
A Tree as a Reminder
So there's this unruly tree in our backyard. It's positioned close to the house, just past the deck, hanging right over the roof, making all kinds of mischief. It drops…
The Learning Quandary
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…
Writing Prompt 1
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…
Writing, Home, and New Things
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,…
Snow Days
I'm looking out on a stark white yard, a hunched magnolia, and flakes falling in a sweet kind of rhythm. I like the silence of the snow. It builds up…
Dead Mums and Stuff
"I miss waking up to you writing." It felt like a balm and a dagger. He said it pre-dawn, as he sat down on our bed to watch his Mom…
Harbors
Sometimes He wakes me to woo me. Into scripture. Into writing. Into time talking with Him "while the dew is still on the roses". But other days He simply woos…