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…
Back
It's later in the evening than I'd like for it to be. Putting words together this far into the night and this close to the next day isn't ideal. Words…
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,…
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…
Labor
Twelve years ago today I labored long and wondered what I'd done to myself. Walking into the hospital with freckles and pig tails and an over due boy baby I…
The Remembering
A few weeks back, standing in the kitchen after an unravel, the youngest walked up from behind me without my knowing it. Sensing my overwhelm, in his best kindergarten lisp…
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…
The Night Before
I do love a good birthday. It's the eve of my entrance into the world and I'm giddy like a child. Every time I look up from some menial, ordinary…