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The road ahead and home
I drive down the freeway at sixty, leaving behind me a gathering of women I’ve called mine for the last eleven years. I’ve said my good-byes and heard loving final words and looked in eyes and said,...
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Five Minute Friday: Visit
They will come back. Often. And from not far away. Maybe from the loft, the small farm in the Gorge, the cottage just south of here. A mama can dream. She’ll be wearing her hair slightly differently...
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What I learned in March
1. Roller skating makes me feel crazy alive. I can roll and roll and roll around a circle (oval?) with my limited skill in the midst of some of my favorite people and a man flourishing a white towel...
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When travel leads you home
As a girl, I studied the globe and pages of books filled with stories of people from many lands, gazed at traditional costumes on my porcelain dolls, memorizing skin tones and lace. I spoke with...
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Five Minute Friday: Exhale
I hardly recognize how often I do it. Hold my breath, wait for the feeling of fear to pass, worry to skitter through, even a feeling to take hold. Just how much of my day goes by, I wonder, pushing...
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Brave, brave, be brave
Everywhere I look and in every word I read, I hear, Brave. Brave. Be brave. _____ We welcome in this dear girl, knocked around and emotionally roughed up by peers this school year, and she brings her...
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What happens when you pick up the brush
I mix a splash of spruce green acrylic paint with the chartreuse, let my paintbrush pick up and lay down the two colors unevenly. I do not know what will appear before me when I do. I hold one of the...
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Five Minute Friday: Begin
The sky flashes, light unzipping across the dawning summer morning. It is surprising in these parts, a morning storm without rain, and the unseen bolt is a beginning that spreads fingers across...
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Following my own advice: Laying down “31 Days of Doing What I Say” before it...
Yesterday I posted that I’d be diving this month into what I say vs. how I live, what I believe vs. how I move through the world. I intended to take an un-bossy look at personal integrity for the next...
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Five Minute Friday: Dare
I dared named Shame this week. Looked her right in accusing, bloodshot eyeballs and told her to get out of my car, my bed. My muscles recognized her first, that old rush and dull ache of inadequacy,...
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Lessons on courage from a kindergarten writer
It’s September, and I am weaving through the classroom, sidling up beside kids one at a time. Lala is my third child enjoying kindergarten with Ms. Foster, and so for the third school year, I have the...
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Screen doors in November
The screen door doesn’t fit in its casing when it swells with November rain, so it slacks open. Every minute, every thirty seconds, a change in air catches the door, and it taps. Wooden door against...
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