I saw a friend’s post about the parenting journey that got me thinking about how awesome it is to have a 4 and 6 year old. They can play together and even by themselves. Now that we’re fully out of pull-ups, there’s less to consider when spending a night away from home and/or going on […]
Then Grandpa said firmly, “Kindred, the seeds need us just as much as we need them.”
So Kindred reluctantly got up from her napping spot underneath a most perfectly shady tree and followed her grandpa row by row placing seeds into the freshly tilled ground.
She said nothing, but her thoughts were loud and clear as she looked at me, head tilted, lips pursed, eyes piercing.
Chatting isn’t idle; it’s informative. It quickly gets to the nuts and bolts, skipping the how-are-you-but-I’m-not-listening fluff and jumping right into what matters as they take stock of life from their perches in the evergreens.
This first piece is a reflection on the life of Sojourner Truth. I began reading her autobiography before assembling episode 19. You should definitely listen to that one, too. No Last Name? I’m imagining what it’s like to have no last name—not by the choice loaned to fame but by manufactured color and cast. How […]
[This entry is one of my recent pieces for my podcast which you can find here.] Wendy writes, “I have sojourner tattooed to my leg.” First things first, Wendy. Which leg and where on your leg? Color? Font size? Serif or sans serif? And do you have other tattoos? Alright. Now that the most important […]
I’m writing even though I have other things I’d rather do such as empty the tray under that plant by the piano, a plant that’s flourishing but I couldn’t name if I tried…