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.
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
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…
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
