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
Family
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? Not the look of that dapper man staring straight into your soul, but
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 feel for what you’re in for
My dear baby girl, I see it starting. When I put your jacket on and your sleeve bunches up and
read more My dear hyper-sensitive daughter, I feel for what you’re in for
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
