Where I Am
Why, yes. It's been a minute since I've sat with you here. I've been saying quite a bit over on the Insta, instead. I am flummoxed as to how I…
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…
3 Things: Podcasts
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…
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.…
What I Like
The colors of spring in these parts make up for the dreariness of the winter months, and I'm grateful. I'm looking out on a happy mix of neighborhood trees. Pinks,…
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…
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…
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…