There are birthdays that mark a year, and then there are birthdays that mark a life. Today marks hers. Thirty years of my 'Me, too'. I had her when I was eighteen. A baby with a baby, now raising another baby. Not sure how I was going to carry us all through the world. Only... Continue Reading →
Wise Cracks
For the majority of the past four years, I have walked on eggshells. I convinced myself that staying small was holy. That silence was wisdom. That tiptoeing was tenderness. But walking lightly around someone is not intimacy. Sometimes it is simply survival. And survival is not the same thing as peace. Quiet does not always... Continue Reading →
Flowers In The Valley
He moved all of his things out today. My husband... Even though he hasn’t really lived here for the last eight months, his things still lingered like quiet reminders of the life that once filled this space. His clothes hung in the closet. His coffee mug waited in the cabinet. His chair claimed its place... Continue Reading →
Cup Size Doesn't Matter 