Mine or Not
So much of what comes before us isn't for us. Maturity is knowing what's ours and what isn't. It's hearing, seeing, sensing... and then knowing what to receive and what…
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…
Awake
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…
Three Things I’m Confessing
I'm learning that truth-telling trumps temptation. That releasing what's real helps you to overcome allurement. That saying and sharing what's accurate and honest will always leave you stronger than the…
Calling
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.…
Gladness
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…
Home
Seeing his shoes makes me breathe easy. All worn and untied and soft from all day wear, sitting there, at the end of our long hall.... They tell me that…
Wordless
I've had to keep the Clorox close here lately. I'm currently sitting out back, across the yard from a boy, who is feeling quite ill. If I may be so…
Deep Change
What if I really let myself wander into the words that are farthest in? What if here tonight in the quiet dark, I swept passed the surface and cut loose…