Month: January 2024
“I love you one-hundred fifty-nine”
For every word I wanted to learn, spell or put into a story – Sedona-Grace writes numbers: proud of her process. Hungry for more. And despite her artistic flair for people in motion – she is just ... Read More
Spring Prayer.
Quiet, in the last moments of Winter’s stillness and mountains of Snow, I search deep wellsprings of Discernment, Grace and Thankfulness because Perspective comes like a hurricane when hard, unexpec... Read More
Friendship.
Dear daughter, This area of your life has been on my heart for months but I wasn’t sure where to begin. Then you went sledding a couple weeks ago, had a great time, until one of your friends did som... Read More
The Middle Moment.
I’m getting older. Like the kind of getting older when you look down at your hands and they mirror back crevices and veins you swear weren’t there the day before. The kind of getting older when yo... Read More
I feel you.
My daughter sailed into La-La Land about 6:30pm last night and I wanted to follow suit. Maybe get over this cough I’ve had since Christ was a child. But that didn’t happen. Instead, I laid in the ... Read More
The Shadow Side of Motherhood
It’s a brand new morning, the end of another week and Sorrow keeps pounding on the back deck door like if she stays out one more second she’ll freeze to death. With these winter subzero digits she... Read More
Grandmother Wisdom.
Self-doubt is a relentless menace -regardless of birthplace. And telling him you’ve ‘got his number’ won’t stop momentum in the slightest. He doesn’t care a whit about whether you can identi... Read More
