The Rock

The Rock

If we’re Facebook friends, you may remember having seen this update I posted back in June. If you read the text, you’ll see that the first picture was taken just after the boys and I had finished walking prayer circles around the lot. When I say we walked prayer circles, I mean to say that we quite literally joined hands and walked round and round in circles around our lot, taking turns speaking aloud our … Continue reading The Rock

Just shy of home

Just shy of home

Every once in awhile I’ll browse the archives of this blog in search not of anything in particular but rather a snapshot of what life was like in a given month. It always makes me want to go back and tell my then self thank you for writing that down. I would have forgotten otherwise. Future self is on my mind today as I write this one. She’ll thank me for it someday. We moved. … Continue reading Just shy of home

Five generations strong

Five generations strong

Every once in awhile a something comes across on my Facebook that makes me cringe: a post or a share or a dramatic declaration that oozes feminism. To be clear, I should say that I don’t believe feminism to be a bad thing, strictly speaking. Different but equal, if you will. Modern society, though, has bastardized the concept. I liken it to the ripple effect of hazing. Like when upperclassmen spend a year or more … Continue reading Five generations strong

There came life

There Came Life

Right now, life in transition roars like static in my ears. It rushes in blurred streaks like cars on the freeway. It is neither here nor there but clustered in tight bunches, dotted across the map. Within upheaval there is the risk of certain memories fading and so I’m pressing an inconceivable pause button long enough to record the moments I don’t ever want to lose. It was a Friday morning. I woke and went … Continue reading There came life

A prayer for my daughter

A prayer for my daughter

First, Lord: divine patience. These last days bring an achy back and little feet between ribs and a tendency to wish away the hours. Give her patience. And faith in your timing. May she be Courageous but Tender enough to be moved by the miracle within her for it’s the courage that will carry her through contractions, and tenderness that she’ll need on the other side. When the epidural is offered, May she draw from … Continue reading A prayer for my daughter

Open letter to my mom

Open letter to my mom on Mother's Day

This being the week leading up to Mother’s Day, I decided to spend it focusing on the mothers in my life. I only have one that I call my own, but there are several other mothers who matter to me. I started with a letter to my grandma, and then wrote one for my daughter. Today’s letter is to my mom. Dear Mom, I’ve been saving this letter for last because I knew it would … Continue reading Open letter to my mom

Open letter to my daughter, the mother-to-be

This being the week leading up to Mother’s Day, I decided to spend it focusing on the mothers in my life. I only have one that I call my own, but there are several other mothers who matter to me. Today’s letter is to my daughter, as she prepares to give birth to her first baby–a daughter–later this month.