I sit here in my 150 year old house in a small town on, quite literally, Main Street. The air outside is cool and humid. I know because I just opened the door to check. A car drives by in the deserted darkness and I wonder where it’s going and I wonder if they wonder why …
On Mother’s Day, I was standing in front of the mirror, watching myself as I put in my earrings. My 13 year old called out from the other room “Oh mom, I wrote on your wall this morning! Don’t forget to read it”. It struck me what a different world she and I grew up …
On the occasion of his 24th birthday…..I sat down to write my son a note in his card: “Caleb, 40.00 seems a pitiful pittance for what you are to me. It’s a violent business, motherhood. Physically, a human being lunges out of your body and tears at your flesh and there’s blood and gore and …
Below is the image that has been plastered all over the planet……the image that makes my mother’s heart want to tear through that crowd to get to the smirking face of that 19 year old bomber and rip him to shreds. I pray absolute and swift justice for the sake of the families. For the …
I’ve eaten my three little Tastykake chocolate snack cakes and had my coffee. And I’m still hungry. No. Wait a minute. I’m not that hungry; that kind of hungry. My soul feels hungry. And that makes me restless. And then I start searching. How easily, in our culture, we find ways to pacify and mask …