The Bloom.
It is constant. This dull ache that hums when I’m still and whistles when I move. This pain has been my unrelenting companion for months,...
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The Space Between.
“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” ― Maya Angelou The “Fasten...
Hosanna.
I lost my son yesterday. After snuggling my youngest down for his afternoon nap, I proceeded to wrangle the second. Gently, I spoke his...
Reclamation.
I have been thinking a lot about trauma. Recently it seems that we are all just jumping from one island of trauma to the next, resting...
Altar.
“Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through, The cross he bore, for me, for you. Hail, hail the Word made flesh, The Babe the Son of Mary.”...
A Second Birth.
Shaking. That’s mostly what I remember. There was puking too, and at some point I remember yelling “will somebody turn off that f#$%ing...
Choosing Intimacy.
Lent is a time when we follow our Savior into the arid, exposure of the desert, and offer our service, fasting and prayer. We go without...
Joy Matters.
October 28, 2016 is a date that I will likely remember for years. I had always had a nagging suspicion, but it was on that day that I...
A Voice Calling.
As I sat on the floor of my bathroom, my sweat soaked back pressed into the wall furthest from the toilet, my rear scrunching old...
"I Know What It Is," at Las Laguna Gallery
I am honored to be included among many talented women at the Las Laguna Gallery Show, "Women in Art." My piece " will be shown. The...
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