If When You See Her, You First Think "Dull"…
They say it’s the bold ones who change the world. The overtly confident, slightly crazy, dance-like-nobody’s-watching ones that become the movers and shakers. And maybe it’s partially true…
She Was Home
She couldn’t remember how she got here, but there was an overwhelming clarity in this new place.
The Cracks that Make us Whole
I was seven months pregnant when I found an injured baby bird hopping around the middle of the road in
The Backbone of the American Dream
If you’d asked me as a teenager, I’d have told you for sure I’d be getting out of here.
That Look of More Than Love
Ever had that look in your eye? It’s a look made not of love alone. It’s the reflection of a
A New Season
Something changes when you become a writer. Time slows. You begin to savor the tiniest experiences. You breathe in the
My dear hyper-sensitive daughter,
I see it starting. When I put your jacket on and your sleeve bunches up and you scream and shake
But, I Don’t Dance Like you Dance
How was I the last to know? I must have been so engulfed in the sleepless nights of a two
The Hole in my Heart Where Home Used to Be
— *at home1 : relaxed and comfortable : at ease This morning, Facebook reminded me that exactly one year ago
Tiny Human
I stand leaning over the side of your crib, forearms resting on the hard plastic frame. At least I think it’s
What My Daughter Taught Me About Grace
It was a typical Thursday morning, but the gloomy clouds and drizzling rain poetically accompanied a nagging sadness that I
