She Was Home
She couldn’t remember how she got here, but there was an overwhelming clarity in this new place.
Self Reflection
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
A New Season
Something changes when you become a writer. Time slows. You begin to savor the tiniest experiences. You breathe in the
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
