I write to the process the heart within and the world around me.
On a still, March morning, I ran upstairs for a moment while my 18-month-old son played downstairs. I left him playing with trains and a bouncy ball. In my brief absence, he crawled under our glass coffee table to retrieve a ball and tried to stand up. The 60 pound weight of the glass proved… Continue reading When Peace Shatters
I knew one day my childhood home would be for sale despite my heart's denial. But here we are. Sign staked in the ground. Home beautifully staged. Empty drawers and closets. Open house will soon begin. This home provided stability, safety and a whole lot of love and grace. Of course, it's the people who… Continue reading Hiding Spots and Joy’s Timeless Gratitude
The morning air fills with a dichotomy of time. The youngest needs help getting dressed in her mismatched outfit, doesn't care if her hair's done and fills her tiny mouth with cereal. The eldest scarfs down self-made scrambled eggs, combs his newly cut hair, and grabs his gargantuous backpack. I watch these two sit side… Continue reading First Day of High School
I roll into Seattle on I-5 and turn the radio to STAR 101.5. It's a funny habit from high school. Macklemore's Good Old Days serendipitously blares through the speakers. Because, well, you know, this is the city he's singing about. It's been over two decades since I flew the nest and built new ones in… Continue reading About Good Old Days and Letting Go
