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This post from 2012 is one of my favorites. The twins were just over a year old, Solomon was four and Sophia was in first grade. I can’t find the pictures that go with that Halloween, they’re on an old computer, but the story should...
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(This picture was taken by my husband – the night sky over the corn field across the street from us – isn’t he amazing?) When the grief you carry wears your face into a thousand heavy lines, when the sadness feels like a...
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I met Kimberly Ann Coyle though an online (in) courage discussion group for writers. She and a host of other writers are in the long haul of blogging for 31 days straight through the month of October. Every blogger chooses a topic of focus and digs...
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Flowers help, cut or wild blooms of vibrant hue, also time rolled out in long stretches like bolts of cloth. Air is essential, as well as stories that name in some way the sharp corners of your pain. You will want to lay down on the floor, to feel something solid...
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I watch the sunrise each morning. Reading, writing, I pause to turn toward the window. At first all is black, night’s heavy velvet stretched. With every glance the scene changes, like clicking through slides in a view finder. Fog shifts, blue...
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I’m sitting on the couch when it comes, cycling through my usual websites with a growing sense of dread. I feel frozen, unable to move on to something else even though I know I need to. A wave of heat washes over my body, rising up my back, my neck,...
