“Hey!” I barked, with a furious rap on the window. “Get out of there!” The offender whirled back, black eyes pools of panic. He darted, limbs pumping, careening crazily from the carpet of green across the smooth concrete and into the safety of the neighbor’s yard. He stared; I stared. Beady eyes afar calculated the … Continue reading
Parenting is chronic. Sometimes you need to take a break, lest you lose your everlovin’ mind. Locking yourself into the bathroom alone, or miracle of miracles, stepping outside of the house without the kids, provides a blessed bit of space, which allows you to remember that you do, in fact, love these funny little human … Continue reading
the way the ocean pullslong and slowscraping and kissing the shorelike one deep inhalethe way the shells crunchsatisfying underfootas if hard steps canground out shatteredand shared painthe way the sky singsexpansive and openwind whipping up and calling me out
Why do I write? Well, the better question is why don’t I write? What keeps me from putting pen to paper (clickety-clacking away) when it feels like I have so much to say? I suppose the short answer is fear. Fear of what? Let’s start with the external factor(s): what will others think? What will … Continue reading
Golden light, having thrown off night’s chill sprawls luxuriously over you. As a majestic beast on the Serengeti, yourelax supine, poised to sniff the air and to receive your subjects – slender blades of gold and green, cheerful citizens content to bow and sway in your presence.A crimson guest chitters at the feeder, his voice … Continue reading
This spring I decided to begin a practice of bird watching. The spot where I sip my coffee and pray in the morning has an expansive view of the front yard, so I figured I’d start there. I bought a bird feeder and hung it, with great expectation. For a day or two nothing changed … Continue reading
The light has faded, along with its promise, and you, snuggled up under ocean covers – light deepening to purple, hiding the mysteries beneath – hopeful for a bedtime chat. Slats of morning march inevitably across the floor, and with arm flung across your face, you murmur: not quite yet. A mother’s litany grows as … Continue reading
Today, I’m trying something new (for this blog): a video post! Very happy to welcome Cate, and have a conversation with her about Bullet Journals. Please feel free to comment below and let us know what you think!
In a season of fullness, to scale back requires faith and work; freedom to fully see. This Haiku was birthed during an online Advent Retreat (put on by Abbey of the Arts).
“Dear Jenny, just a thought, but what if you spent some of the time talking to God that you spend writing to me about boys in your class?” Those words, penned by my camp-counselor-turned-pen-pal, set me on a course of talking with God that has spanned my life to this point. As I grew to … Continue reading
