i want to carry all my children on my back and in my arms i want to smell their all-day-playing sunscreened heads then watch them as they drift away down deep in slumber unconsumed by weighty thoughts freshly bathed in calming bubbles prayers ascended kisses lavished uncontrollably i want to carry them my longed-for babies…
I had every intention of writing about this earlier today but a later conversation with a treasured friend solidified my need to record these thoughts. If they are meaningful to you also, amen. This morning included a very challenging moment for me as a young mother. My child was tantrumming on that please-don’t-ever-do-this-in-pubic level and…
I used what was part bathroon, part hallway then sat down in a chair there. The door opened a bit later and in walked a young woman from Mauritius. She’d just arrived. Her mother and a young man who was like a brother to her walked in with her. She was so excited to be…
As the sun sets and our little one sleeps in her new “big girl bed,” I’m finding myself reflective and very grateful. I’m looking out our back yard and thinking, “We have all this to enjoy!” which isn’t simply about the tall, old trees or the old house or the plants we’ve labored over. It’s…
Wrote this draft in February 2015. Just came across it. Quite fitting this week. — i wanted to be big time, bigger than Michael Jackson, until i realized that an Adventist would never be that big. no stage lights for me. no swarms of fainting fans. no hours of epic choreography. and these days, a…
I can’t unsee so I will not look The body, the force, the falsified book Another story skewed by thoughts Of what could be but what was not I can’t unhear so I will not turn On the yells, the shots, and learn For myself. I’ll trust my friends “He wasn’t guilty enough to die…
All I could think of once I got close to the statue was, “put down the lilies and keep on walking.” And that’s what I did.