He’s sprawled out beside my sleeping husband right now, the little love. They are both passed out on our bed, lights still on. Superman pajama top, Christmas jammy bottom. I found him at the top of the stairs before my…
Nana squirted the colors out on white paper plates, four small mounds. Fingers dip in, tentative at first. “This is your sad page. Madeline,” mom explains, “draw your feeling. It doesn’t have to be a picture, just paint how you feel onto the…
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee.” St. Augustine The chef knife lay over the clove of garlic flat and I smacked it with my fist feeling…
“You shall go out with joy and be led forth in peace. The mountains and the hills will break forth into songs before you. There will be shouts of joy and all the trees of the field will clap their…
How do you wrap 10 years of a messy life tight into right angles fold down the cardboard flaps and slide the tape up neat? 10 years of standing semi-circle around that altar beside Kathy Sicard, and Mary and Nick…
Tonight it was the chocolate sheet cake, the one with the thick fudgy frosting Andrew’s mom taught me step by step. It’s THE “birthday cake” around here because no one can imagine desiring anything but a large rectangle of this…
This morning I feel insecurity building and find myself holding my breath, the worry whirring. I feel myself faltering, raw, vulnerable, fear-full and needing to lean heavily against God, the only One firm, sure, stable who does not change. Because……
Dear friends we are in the process of scrubbing our house for renters and interviewing at a new parish but even in chaos I still need to take up this journal and write words, black on white to make sense of my life. Thank…
Hi friends, I’ve missed you …but have been desperate for hours of filling up…more of Jesus. My blog is empty but my spirit is slowly filling up. Now it’s 3:30am and Xavier just had a nightmare and I am up…
Did you feel this way too when you were growing thick with life? I feel pregnant (emotionally, not physically, alas) and when I’m pregnant, I can’t breakthrough the poetry mind, creativity is elusive. I feel stretched full and weary at…