I feel like I’ve come to life for a moment. Hopefully several moments. I want to work. I want to breathe and accomplish things.
Health, Hope, and Mud-Dung Candy: Living in the Present
I came away from Facebook for a few weeks. I logged back in a few times not because I wanted…
Remembering Dad
My dad, my favorite amateur (as in, non-professional) grammarian, died last week at the age of eighty-six. Dad could, in…
Emergency Salads, Tornadoes, and Permanent Cow Fixtures
I realized I cannot stand up and be who and what I need to be without first kneeling and being humble to what I have been given.
A Talking Dog and Choppy Seas
How Saturdays would happen if the Big Blind Dog had language: I awaken and get out of bed. My husband…
Balloons and Blankets: Honoring My Mother
My daughter had a lovely idea given that we were unable to have any kind of funeral or memorial for…
For Momma – Letter
It was when my daughter was in her most rebellious stage that I called you beyond tears, beyond rage, exhausted…