It is said to be a friend and an anchor but sometimes it feels like a foe. A jab of guilt if days have passed without lifting the cover. Words bring comfort but also confusion, challenge and horror. If I read it every day will I grow, grow, grow or just get frustrated? It is… Continue reading Eating vegetables
Our coffee table is a trap ensnaring many things- books (mostly Forest’s), clothes (mostly mine and Elaina’s), pens, paper, dishes- but never coffee The couches also catch many treasures strewn between cushions and somehow always rumpled blankets On a rare day in a miraculous burst of energy everything gets put in its place. The Fort… Continue reading Tidying
First come the buds Heralding presence of Spring My younger self perched by the window Waiting waiting for the burst A pink shower of confetti Branches heavy with frilly fragile flowers Out we go my aunt, my sister and I The air has turned from cold to sweet Sweet as cherries Petals land gently on… Continue reading Spring Wedding
For sharing your body with me for 42 weeks For pushing out a 9+ pound baby For holding me and feeding day and night For changing and washing my cloth diapers with pins For smiling and loving when I cry For introducing me to Jesus and planting his words in my heart For not only… Continue reading Thank you Mom….
You may think this post is about me loving others. Actually I want to write about the times when people loved me when it was so difficult. Partly as a way to say thank you but also to give encouragement that when you choose love it makes a difference. August 2013 I moved to a… Continue reading Loving when it is difficult
Four 25 year olds sat in a circle, friends since we were littles, paper and pen in hand. "When should we read these letters? When we're 30?" "No, that's too soon! 35!" Surely by then, all of our dreams will have come true. And so we wrote and the most sensible of us, the gal… Continue reading A letter from the past