On a Woman Sitting Down

She was just one more woman, sick and tired on another tiresome day of being told what to do, who to be. That Rosa. Does she know how funny it is that she took a stand by sitting down? Not funny in a “haha” kind of way, but funny, in the way tired women rising [Read More…]

On Broken Hallelujahs

“I am not in love with the Church.” I text it out and lay the phone quiet on my desk. The room fills with the late afternoon sun flood that always reminds me of magic. Nothing so luminous and revealing can be real. The dog lies lazy on the ragged sofa, long collie nose hanging [Read More…]

On Layers

  When it doesn’t fit anymore I hold on for old times sake, to make meaning when maybe the season for meaning is gone. When it doesn’t fit anymore I sit still for a while, and feel my heart curl in upon itself with the old sorrow. It can feel so new. When it doesn’t [Read More…]

On Reflection

Reflection (1) Photo by Enuma I look into all sorts of mirrors these days. There are angles I haven’t seen before. But my eyes keep opening wide, caught by surprise. Things hint at me from places I’ve forgotten can hold reflections. I slip these pieces into the palm of my hand and close my fingers [Read More…]

On Remembering to Forget

I have tried but I cut my tongue on sharp memories and bleed doubt on the hems of my prayer shawls. There have been too many words in the past. Too many “Father Gods,” and “In Jesus name,” Too many pussy-willow whispers that have blown into empty airy “But God is faithful.” I open my [Read More…]

On the Utterly Trivial

“I’m not sure if it was the fashion or because the four of us were together again, but for the first time in a very long while I felt like myself again.” -Carrie Bradshaw (sitting in the front row of the annual NYC Fashion week show with her three besties in Sex and the City) [Read More…]

On Monsters Beneath the Bed

This morning I found the courage to reach beneath my bed and pull out a question I’ve been hiding for a while now. Mostly because I wasn’t sure I could handle the answer once I brought it into the light. But the courage was impulsive and so were my actions. I stuck my hand way [Read More…]

On the Beauty of Reading

Today, I just want to share a beautiful collection of images that speak to the universal gift and joy of reading. I discovered Steve McCurry’s blog by chance, and his recent post is full of delight… Please click the quote below to enjoy the images… Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, [Read More…]

My, My, My…Body

This post is part of an inspired SheLoves Magazine synchroblog. Write your own love letter to your own body by July 18th and then link it up to SheLoves. (Even if it turns out to be a sassy love poem you never saw coming, ehem…) Oh yeah, a “synchroblog” simply means folks are writing simultaneously [Read More…]

On Fitting Words

I gather my “Thank You’s” with all their rough edges and push them deep into back pockets, trying to make it all fit. Mama would cringe at these half-finished sentences. I falter back with the weight of my words, phrases spilling out and splitting seams. I can’t contain them. “You. Steadied. My. Ground. A. Little. [Read More…]