It seems fitting, somehow, that as the earth tilts on its axis and turns the way it does and our days become shorter and the nights become longer that the dark seems to be casting its shadow far past our street corners and sidewalks. It seems that as the year inches forward, our days have literally … [Read more...] about a prayer for when gratitude is hard
I sit on the front porch, relishing the North Carolina green that surrounds me, magnolia trees beginning to show off with blooms up and down, the morning air still crisp from a rain the night before. The girls are noisy rowdy in front of me, wrestling over sidewalk chalk, lost within a world of … [Read more...] about finding hope in the hard
She walks up to me one morning, tears in her eyes, shaky, lip quivering. “Baby girl,” I say. “Come here. What’s going on?” I gather her up on my lap, her legs and arms and body too big for this anymore, but I hold her tight. “Mama?” Deep breath. “I’m sad and worried that Mae is going to … [Read more...] about when you feel betrayed by your body
Mama, I see your owie. We're sitting in the van, her seat right behind mine. My cancer scar sits just above the neckline of my shirts, so if my hair is up in a top knot (every single day) my scar is right there, uncovered. As she's sitting behind me and I adjust positions, she notices … [Read more...] about the scar
Sometimes it feels like it's one thing after another after another. It can be the big things like the diagnosis, the job, the isolation, the unpredictable future. And it can be the ordinary things like the raising of babies, the alarm in the morning, the same conversation yet … [Read more...] about a prayer for the weary
It didn't seem to bother her until, of course, it did. My biggest girl, my four-year-old, had seen something that her little imagination twisted and turned into a cause for alarm, and suddenly she carried fear everywhere she went like a little pet. After she saw this scene in a whimsical, silly … [Read more...] about Peace. This is real.