final countdown

And that’s why strangers are dangerous and everyone ended up pregnant and got STDs and on welfare and also, arrested and their lives were awful forever. Continue reading

a mother’s thanks

Last night, in a senseless act of violence and, I suspect, impulse, someone slashed my son’s bike tire and deflated his spirits.
Today, in a sensitive act of random kindness, and great kindness, someone lifted his heart. Continue reading

she talks to angels

He shared stories of death and the beauty that can come as the last tendrils of life fade out into the skies of loss… Continue reading

hello, darlings

I’m pretty much positive that my belief that I’m actually learning Icelandic is very, very wrong, and I’m going to get there and I’m just going to sound like the Sweedish Chef. Continue reading

good and safe

I see the thin, glowing line of this season of our lives stretching out. I see a season of so many exciting firsts, and the ache of lasts… Continue reading

sacrifice. a love letter to my son

I never knew that I could be forgiven so much, respected so much, loved or believed in so much.
I never knew that I was capable of such a depth of love. And hope. And certainty. Continue reading

Hey, Ladies…

I’m in this amazing time of life where somehow, I’m completely surrounded by women. Incredible women who inspire me to press on into life and who allow me to inspire them, in return. Here is an exceptionally long post in which I try to honour them. Continue reading

To This Day—Get a better mirror

If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer
stare a little longer—because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying,
despite everyone who told you to quit;
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong” Continue reading

let it suck … I mean, be

“Does this require some sort of trip to the lady’s aisle?…Some days just suck. You gotta take it like that. You gotta ride it out and then get back to awesome.” Continue reading

little things

On days when my lens is zoomed out, looking forward to a future that is, often, blurry or that seems to hold a lot of Uppercase Responsibilities, I need only to turn around, focus it on the years of memories I have and remember what a delight life has been—sun or shadow, rain or rainbow, ice or snowflake. Continue reading