(Not So) Perfect Pictures
You know those pictures of mother and daughter on her wedding day? The ones where mother lovingly dresses her daughter. Buttoning her gown. Tying her bow. Pinning her hair. And the mother. She's as beautiful as she's ever been. Except for maybe the day she got...
My Sanctuary
A waiting roomAnonymity my comfortListening stillTo the sounds in my headNo distractionsNo dishes, dirt, clutterNot even a stack of magazinesA couch, two chairs, a tableAnd my thoughtsA rocking chairOn my porchThe one on the sideWhere the wind flows up the mountainAnd...
An Invitation (qualified)
I was a better writer before I knew I was one.Years worth of journals fill my bookcase shelves. They're full of my heart. Me working out life with pencil (never pen. The task of life-working-out requires an eraser) and paper and words. Writing helped me contain,...
After All
Awakened by worry, I fight the familiar battle. Flaws, failures, fears bombard. I feel my heart beating fast and hard in my chest. Desperate for peace, for hope, I ponder the fight. What is my best defense? Repentance? Pleas? Plans to do better, work harder, live...
Reunion
I watched her walk around the corner of the house as she waved goodbye, and the same thought that flits through my head whenever one of my precious ones leave for a trip . . well, it flitted. "What if this is the last time I see her?" Like always, I tried to...
Love & Weeds
I counted almost a dozen of them as I drove along the curvy, country road to my Pilates class in the early morning. Each one was totally different than the last. Slowing down so I could see them even better, it was tempting to stop. Some I don't think I'd ever seen...
A Cautionary Post
I'm a homeschool mom. This is a title I have claimed for over a decade, through five graduations, and countless joys and tears . . mine and my pupils'. Homeschooling like most parenting decisions can be a "sticky-wicket." I also chose to breast feed my first baby when...
