It was on the same day the baby was born that I sat with her. Her body had been drained, almost all the life she thought she had was poured out into 7 pounds of flesh that had her eyes and his chin. She was a mother now. In mere hours of labor she’d inherited a...
At age eleven, I used my flash light to speak in morse code to Allison Noe across the back-yard — from my window to hers — after the sun had set and it was bedtime. Daylight wasn’t enough for this friendship between dreamers. We choreographed dances...
Before December 22, 2008 I had been acquainted with a kind of pain that feels like those days of drizzle, when fall is molting its leaves and inheriting winter’s bite. The pain of infertility hung low and impacted my view and my time — it droned on and...
How many times have I said it — thought it? This: “I’ll find Him when life slows down or this burden lifts or I have more time.” It’s not just the lie of motherhood or of my college days or of the first-few-months-in-a-new job or of the five...
Five years ago, today, my dad went home … And as this story goes out to the world tomorrow, this is what I would say to him. Dear Dad, I once heard a set of parents say that they wanted their ceiling to be their children’s floor. If you’d heard that,...
For many years, authors were my mentors. Though they were not my only teachers, these ones — some long-dead and others, grayhaired sages of the faith –taught me with their lives. Their stories curled up with me late into the night and and on rainy...
