This morning woke me with a sting. Celebrating “mom” — with several kids for whom mom still means loss and death and confusion feels out of place. . Today isn’t my first loaded Mother’s Day. For years, I hid under the covers on that dreaded Sunday while other...
You Are the One Who Calls Into Existence the Things that Do Not Exist
Quiet. Some of us lost ours, and others now have too much. But, for all of us, (I think this is true?): our internal quiet got a lot noisier. The once-quiet now echoes with fears, questions, longings, disappointments –things we masterfully avoided … until now....
