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

Little boy blue and the man in the moon

You fall a little bit in love with your child the moment the little life is noted inside you. Continue reading

Some words…Sunday?

It’s not going to make me appear any more normal, but I woke up out of a dead sleep saying “Just shut your mouth and grab the rope, Bill Cosby!” and for whatever reason, that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. (Note: do not take two-years-expired cold medicine, no matter how badly you want to sleep.) 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

Sojourner’s Song

The note said, “Here is the road you must take. Be joyful and at peace.” This journey I am on is not about me. It is me. Continue reading

It came from the swamp

I once ate a live snail, picked straight from the swamp. We should stop talking about it because now I’ve got that terrible feeling that a snail lives inside me all over again… 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