I wish I could have bottled up the morning. Simply to be able to taste it again. The back door was open. A breeze made the white curtains prance. Syrup poured over small pancakes. Swing music erupting from the record player battled the lawnmower roaring through the yard… Isaiah had once again strewn his clothes [...]
Tag: Hope
Hold Your Baby
One day, you’ll be able to eat in peace. You’ll sit down and no one will dig their chubby fingers into your eggs or spill your coffee. One day, you’ll take an unhurried shower. You’ll dry your hair and paint your lips. One day, you’ll clean your house and it will stay spotless for at [...]
Allez Les Bleus
It was the summer of 1998. I was in Paris. Eleven years old and completely overwhelmed by voices loudly singing anthems and popular futbol chants. Faces painted in primary colors. Down the street they went arm-in-arm. Through the night I would hear a cacophony of riotous celebration and foreign insults hurled through the air in [...]
Delivered
“I tried to be a hero for a day, but all my superpowers failed to save. So I turned in my ego and my cape. I was made to fly, but not this way. It all starts with breathing You in; breathing You in deeply. I’ve been drowning under my skin. No one but You [...]
For Such a Time as This
The day stretched until I was sure it would burst. My arms couldn’t hold it. Both of my boys were out of sorts. Their struggles became the pick-up stick pile that I wove in and out of all day. Papa swore it was full moon angst. And I just swore that my patience was gone. [...]
Not even for a moment.
“I don’t want you to feel alone.”, he says. And a contradiction spins between my ears and barely skips past my tongue, “But I am...and I’m not. I’m alone and never alone. They are always with me. But I also feel alone in this.” Through the day they are right by my side or held [...]
‘Tis the season
Christmas songs are floating around the room. I keep realigning my thoughts. Focus. Look at the joy. Jingle bells and twinkling lights. Cast your cares. I hang the stockings. Feel this. Let go of the rest of the world. Little Drummer Boy begins. My mind feels like it’s being torn in ten directions. . I [...]
Nothing wasted
Were there voices trying to tell your story before you even had ears to hear it? And as you grew, did the volume of lies, half truths, and imagined details grow right alongside? . Did your mother turn off the sound and whisper with her heart that you were a gift of worth; coming into [...]
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