Hey you, Pulling the covers up higher on this Mother’s Day, thinking of ways to get around town today without spotting round bellies and minivans and mamas pushing strollers. This note is for you. Who is it that knows (like you) how spotting a women across the...
Mother’s Day was for hiding. Some years it was behind my apron, fixing up a feast at home for my mother-in-law while Nate attended church, and other years it was underneath my covers, seeing this thin sheath between me and the world (which had what I wanted) as...
I prayed that prayer in an incubator of sorts. My white-walled life with clean lines and a linear path made me think I could learn prayer right there, just like a smarty. He’d teach and I’d take notes and develop a plan. Prayer would be birthed at my desk,...
I knew how it would end when I heard the direction it was headed from the other room. One (half her age) was shouting his math facts at the prompting of eager parents. Two plus two was nothing for him. Five plus nine and twenty-three plus seven and sixteen plus three,...
She, supposing Him to be the gardener, said to Him, “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to Him,“Rabboni!” (which is to say, Teacher). – excerpt...
Our friends waited downstairs in the kitchen, picking at brie and crackers and entertaining the other three of my children who weren’t unfamiliar with delays like this. The pizza got cold while Nate wrapped her resistant-self in his arms like she was a rag doll,...
