words are my habit.
they come in all sorts of forms: plastic, glass, round, square, wall size, clutch purse size…and sometimes they’re people.
it’s not that they look like you. it’s that their behaviour helps you see yourself. in that moment you have choices. do i accept what i’ve seen? do i reject it? do i take necessary steps to adjust how i look? etc.
i love mirrors.
i abhor mirrors.
one minute i look marathon-ready.
the next i look like i just gave birth to quadruplets.
It’s Wednesday. Last week Monday, a member of my church died. She was our matriarch. In her honor, we had a time of singing and prayer instead of the usual sermon during our worship service on Saturday. Minutes after worship, I got word that another member had died. She’d been sick for a while and […]
As I got closer to my favorite coffee shop, I could tell it was full but I chose optimism, parked my car and went inside. The owner saw me, smiled, then looked around seeing what I had just seen—not a single seat. I kept looking around; maybe I’d missed one. As my eyes looked left […]
No. I’m not having a wee one. It’s that the days feel as unpredictable as newborn days, unpredictable except for the sleepless part. But replace sleepless with restless. I sleep but I’m worn out. Forever tired. At least 8 days out of 7. And so often wondering, is this it? Is this really going to […]
