When We Are 104

When I grow up am 104 years old, I want to be like Mr. Edward. Honestly, I don’t know much about him. I met him only once, about a week ago, in McDonalds. We were both there for coffee, though our beverages of choice differed greatly. His aged, leathery hands...

In the Interest of Transparency

This October, I’ll be attending the Allume Conference for bloggers and writers. As a form of community-building, conference attendees have been challenged today to write letters, so to speak, to our roommates for the conference. I’m doing that today, and...

To The Invisible Mamas

I see you, mama. I see you. I see the way you put your blinders on, focused dead straight ahead as you push your screaming child through the store. I see the way you frantically push from one department to another, trying to get your errands done as quickly as...

Alone

Every so often, I link up with Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday, a community of writers who get together and write for five minutes and five minutes ONLY on the prompt for the week.  No editing…no planning…no corrections.  Just love for the written...

Ways Along the Way

When I was in kindergarten, we lived just a few blocks from the school. Every morning, after filling my little belly with rolled eggs (the rest of the world calls them omelets) and taming my thick hair into a top-knot ponytail, my mom would load my sister and me...

In Light of the Truth

I sat in the tiny chapel for the second night in a row.  I was hoping for a special Word for my heart alone but feared that it had already come and, unbeknownst to me, had slipped past unnoticed. Retreats are always like that for me. I come with hopes and expectations...

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