words are my habit.
this is mr. pup. he’s one of my oldest memories. i think i purchased (via my parents) him at a school rummage sale. at one point, my older sister and i argued over who he belonged to. somehow i won. i’ve never known myself to sleep with stuffed animals and yet i’ve kept him around for probably 30 years now. he usually sits on a book shelf.
i really don’t have time to unpack tonight so i’ll leave you with two seemingly simple questions:
what are you holding on to and why?
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 […]
