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…
Raising the Brave
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…
A Sunday and a Season
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…
The Truck Story
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…
There was Still Life to be Had
"Mama, I really don't think it's all the way dead yet." That's what my oldest proclaimed when I told him to take the dried up plants from the back porch…
The Final Chapter
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…
Colossians 1
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…
Something New
There are flowers bigger than my face clinging to a hill just outside our home. They're maroon and pink and yellow and fabulous. They sit pretty between the fence and…
A Monday Petition
There's a fog that seems to fall on Mondays. The weekend offers us somewhat of a reprieve, making room for a little more rest....like a break in the clouds. But…
Story
Every time you read to your child you're lighting a candle. I had always known that words were my cushion and passion and breath, but I had no idea the…