She’s Lost Her Childlike Heart
I intentionally poked the bear. I wanted to stir it up, get it roaring fiercely at me, threatening to destroy me. My only comfort this time? That I did it on purpose. Continue reading
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I knew I was beautiful
In my Cuernavaca dress…
my messy creative process…
I’m in the middle of the beginning, writing a song. The voices have started. Imagined criticisms, known by the serious-minded as critique. Rules I’ve forgotten to follow. Rules I’ve chosen to break, then doubted.
These voices dwell in the all-knowing smart side of my brain. Continue reading
About a year ago, maybe more, I was on the phone with one of my favorites – a young woman I love with all my heart. Life’s been a struggle for a while and because of it, she felt doomed. She believed life was supposed to be easy and since it wasn’t, then something must be wrong. With HER.
Since we’ve had similar conversations before, I knew she wouldn’t get it if I tried to shake her of that lie, so I decided to do something different.
I’ll never forget that day. It was four months ago, about eleven AM on a Sunday morning and already 95 degrees. And newscasters from around the world threatened twelve more degrees to come. The weight of the heat pressed on me, but my worries for my niece weighed even more. Continue reading
Prompted by the writings of Ann Voskamp, I was on the alert to look for a gift having to do with water. Not so long into the day I was playing around with a sprinkler head, adjusting it, trying to get the water to go where I wanted it to go. After testing the sprinkler, I turned it off.
And then I saw it. Continue reading