Living Under a Rock
I don’t know why it takes so long for three women in one neighborhood to find one evening where we all can meet; but it felt like the night came after a year of us saying, “Let’s get together soon!”… Continue Reading
I don’t know why it takes so long for three women in one neighborhood to find one evening where we all can meet; but it felt like the night came after a year of us saying, “Let’s get together soon!”… Continue Reading
We’re in a new rhythm around here, one which begins with a 5:50am alarm (maybe also 5:55am and 6:00am ones as well — since snoozing and I are old friends). It’s probably better to say we haven’t quite yet found our… Continue Reading
It was seven after five o’clock when I decided to call. “Hi, I have an appointment at 5, but I’m stuck in traffic and I wanted to let you know I’m going to be late.” “Oooooooh …” the receptionist at… Continue Reading
Maybe a year ago, I heard two different translations in Greek (most likely at church) for the verb “to know.” One word conveys an understanding coming from proximity or exposure. The other translation means knowing comes from first hand, intimate knowledge.… Continue Reading
I place a bottle of prosecco on its side then work in a hexagonal glass jar of lemon curd next to it. Then, two packages of crumpets and a box mix of scones go into the doubled brown… Continue Reading
I walked from the car into the house with my purse in my hands. Chris looked up long enough to not see any grocery bags in hand and for me to say, “They didn’t have any. Again.” “Really?”… Continue Reading
I sat in a beach chair and cried. Not legit crying with sobs and shudders. It was subtle – the kind of crying where your tears just turn on, as if they were emotional garden hoses connected to a leaky… Continue Reading
In the year since our adoption’s been finalized, a number of people have contacted me say that they are interested in adoption. A few have said they feel led to adopt. And a handful have reached out and… Continue Reading
“Well, you run. You know. Running begets running,” she says. I laugh: we’re talking about creativity. And how doing hard things gets easier … after you do them over and over again. You just have to start.… Continue Reading
I stood at the sink holding a dead chicken. Not an actual chicken. I mean, yes, it was an actual dead chicken, but not a ‘hey mom, hold this, why do you think it died?’ type of chicken (we live… Continue Reading