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.…
Looking for Answers & Hope
I hate to complain, so I usually don’t, but I have to be honest here: Aging sucks. Having health issues sucks. Having “mental illness” sucks. And looking for answers, finding the right medication, the right doctor, the right ANSWERS sucks too. Especially when the search is fruitless.