301Jan 31, 2014
Today, just this:It sounds like a simple thing, like frivolity scattered over a day, like something a mother says before she sends her daughter out to make a presentation of herself: Remember to smile. But it’s just this the Spirit whispers to me, just these three words planted in the middle of an afternoon, just […]
302Jan 10, 2014
By the time we make it to the greenway, it’s late morning. Â I unload a bike for Adam—a beach cruiser, because he likes to keep things uncomplicated, and then I hand the girls their scooters. Â The air is brisk, but the sun burns bright, and ahead of us, the sky is brilliant cerulean, almost sapphire. […]
303Dec 13, 2013
Our day opens new and early, born screaming and sudden, ripping through the silent dark soundness of sleep. Â I plant a kiss on Kevin’s hand where it lays warm on my arm, and then I slide out into the cold. Â I want to stay and rest and pretend that the time really doesn’t matter, but […]
304Dec 6, 2013
It hardly feels like it’s been weeks now, weeks since we sat in my living room sharing friendship, talking about what inspires us.  And when these dear sister-friends of mine turned my question back to me, I said, “A million things.  A million things inspire me.” I listed for them just some and neglected many more, but […]
305Nov 1, 2013
In the afternoon, we burst through the door, with three different conversations knotting in the air—one thread hard to follow, one dangling, one darting so fast I can’t keep up.  A general fumbling ensues for snacks, and Mom, I need to tell you, and What I have to do today is, and May I watch Tom and Jerry, […]
306Oct 18, 2013
Shine the light bright, just there. Tuesday night and we restlessly weave our way through the double doors, a slowly meandering people-river, a jumble of fabric and purses and shoes. Â We move patiently, craning our necks, and the sound of us ebbs and flows—the voices, the walking, the slide of our clothes. Â A security guard […]
307Oct 11, 2013
The older I get, the more I treasure handmade things. I look around, and those are the things that still touch me—the emblems of love carefully knitted or sewn together, the artwork sometimes curvy and crooked that wears my children’s fingerprints. Â Every year at Christmas, I hang fabric stockings one of my beautiful aunts pieced […]
308Sep 27, 2013
The truth is, our living is messy. It isn’t the carefully selected photos we share on Facebook. In the flurry of morning readying, I reach into the cabinet for a cereal bowl. A red-brown something has dried over the blue and purple flowers, and something tiny green and branching like a tree—something resembling a flattened […]
309Sep 20, 2013
I am an everyday daughter of the King. Or, I am a daughter of the King every day. It’s all a matter of how I hold those words—wrapped sweaty and sqeezed together in the palm or held up to the Light.  I’ve come to see that the way I order those two words—where and how I […]
310Sep 13, 2013
On the bar in the kitchen, I find a scrap of paper she has forgotten. Â The blocked letters and lines and paragraphs seem too serious for her, too stark. Â Name: _______________________________ Title/Description for yourself (something you would naturally say to introduce yourself): _______________________________. Â Her handwriting softens the lines, beautiful, plain, easy. Â Riley. Â Peace. I lay […]