A little over a year ago, pregnant, I joined our church choir with the caveat that I might have to quit at any time due to my potential for complications and bed rest.
Memory – Stirred by Song – #captureyourgrief 2015
Sunrise – I believe in the sun – #captureyourgrief 2015
Between ushering the younger two off to the bus and driving the bigger kids to school, I went looking for the sunrise this morning.
Where is here?
For the past few days, I have been reading the first Magic Tree House book with my six-year-old. He is at the glorious cusp of reading independently: He knows more than he realizes—much more than I expect—and wants to read. . . and wants to read with me.
The Passive Voice of Being Born
As I was working on a poem today, it struck me that in the English language, there is no active voice for being born. A mother bears her child. And the child is passive in the event. The bearing happens to the child. She is being born. He is born.…
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