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Oct 23, 2015
In the crisp of morning, we wait for school, snatching glimpses toward the door. Adam reaches for me, flicking my ear with his fingers, saying I love you in a way all his own. He tilts his head away, his expression lost, crinkled and preoccupied. I wonder if he contemplates the angle of the new light beaming […]
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Oct 16, 2015
The hour turns, and my friend waves me over, patting the chair beside. All evening, we have all only wanted to surround her, this iron-strong friend strong enough yet to admit that she needs us to lift her. It takes a brave woman to allow the veil to fall—whisper-light—from her face, to sit uncovered and honest, to […]
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Oct 9, 2015
So many times this week I’ve whispered the words—running under stunning blue skies; exhaling beside grassy spaces where dewey spider webs glow like hundreds of silver threaded veils seemingly abandoned by impetuos ethereal brides; in the dying light of the afternoon, when the work still stretches, teasing at the edges of impossible. I say it […]
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Sep 25, 2015
Hello there! Good morning to you, he calls. He has a brightness I can feel before I see him, even though I realize as I look up that his gear—suit, helmet, even the bike—is all black, like the deepest part of the night. I’m suddenly aware that I’ve been staring at the pavement, while he […]
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Aug 28, 2015
Most days, the last thing I hear before I lay down the day all empty and relax my weakened grip and let my heart rate slow is the sound of his heartbeat. It’s the sound that’s found by letting go. We sleep close; we always have. And most days, I fit my cheek into a […]
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Aug 14, 2015
Thank you, Lord, that we have plenty of food to eat. It’s a simple thing he says holding my hand, breathing deeply before God, just as I sit down with a sigh, just as I’ve gotten it all wrong and lost my grateful perspective. Five minutes and it’s time to take Zoe to school. It […]
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Aug 7, 2015
Stinging words curl through the grapevine like searing smoke, and I gasp, suffocating. I am distracted by a black storm, by the flicking tongue of a squint-eyed snake bent on spreading its own dark poison. The deception threatens the fixing of my eyes. Except. Except that God is my Father. And He hasn’t left me […]
98May 8, 2015
Psst…I have rediscovered the secret to mothering without limits. And just in time for Mother’s Day. Sometimes in the middle of a meal, she puts down her fork, a thin tink against scalloped edge. The silver flashes, a change in the light just barely perceived, as she loosens her grip. Oh my, the things that happen to […]
99Mar 6, 2015
Zoe grabs my hand before I turn. “Wait.” We stand on the threshold looking out at the world. Clouds wrap thick, dove-gray over the warmth of the sky, until all sight takes on a stormy cast. Winter lingers, and I want to reach out and touch the knobby buds on the branches of the tree in […]
100Feb 6, 2015
“I always eat slowly right before school.” She says it quietly, when she knows I stand listening, when it’s just the two of us in the room. Two days back to school, and every morning Riley comments that she’s cold and wraps her legs with a blanket. She sometimes tries to stand so that I […]