It’s Friday morning. The sun slants across the field outside my window, casting shadows on the gnarly woods around the creek. The kitchen counter is filled with scraps of lists that cast their own shadow on the day. The laundry needs folding, the basement smells like our dog has another kidney infection and the morning’s… Continue reading How to Give Your Broken Mess the Stink Eye
I’m so excited to share a story with you today. Right before Christmas I had one of those days that was flooded with inconvenience. In the early hours I answered a desperate text that effectively erased the day’s schedule. In making an intentional choice to walk as light, it made a holy mess of the… Continue reading Walking as Light
Delight has chosen me, demanding to be taken serious this year. Expectation for this one little word builds inside my chest because I want to finally get it. D e l i g h t. To understand this choosing is to know the context of a greater configuration of words. Words that were collected and… Continue reading The Danger of Delight
Last fall I filled my grandmother’s apartment with smoke and all she did was laugh and tell a story. In what could’ve been a moment of fiasco, she instinctively chose to insert a tiny snapshot of memory. Stories trail magic in their power to communicate and transform. Even small anecdotal stories of our childhood, hold influence and weight… Continue reading Of Feathers and Burned Toast
The Toyota delivered 2 out of 3 of my babies down the gravel drive a couple weeks ago. Exhausted and laden with dirty laundry, appetites and stories, we gathered them gratefully in. After a few weeks of rest and a slow devolving into routines of the past, they are abruptly gone again. Bitter and sweet.… Continue reading The Bittersweet Story of Parenting
The Story Place 