My holidays were straight up gluttonous. Baked brie oozing out of its pastry crust. Chilled mimosas for breakfast with crepes carefully folded over nutella and strawberries. Then later, Balsamic Roasted Beef, smashed potatoes, and peas and pancetta for Christmas dinner.…
The life you save may be your own. Flannery O’Connor I was wedged into a Bed, Bath, and Beyond aisle late at night standing on a scale. I gasped. Audibly. Still in my pregnancy pants, I was every bit of…
The last few months I have been living the stages of grief, swerving from anger to depression and back again, barely catching my breath. I only momentarily live in the broad open spaces of acceptance before being pulled back into the vortex. …
The snow had fallen heavy on the world, like a down blanket one feather at a time. We woke up in the week after Christmas in a suburban Narnia, our world stilled. Even the shrubbery wound tight with lights outside…
You’ve seen her too. She comes home from that date when their voices whispered late into the night and she walks slowly, head up, hips swinging a bit wider. She moves through the day, his words to her still…
It all started when I brought Psalm 139 to bed with a hot steaming mug of chamomile tea, mulling it over in my mouth, breathing in its earthy fragrance and then licking the honey resting at the bottom. I stopped…