A Life in Parentheses

the grief rearranged me  smothered my dna and resurrected me as someone else  new? maybe though it seems as if I am a part now  of a long ...

I tell my children they are good.  I whisper it into their ears at night, when we are snuggled beneath their covers waiting for sleep.  ...

Written Spring 2021 Right now, I talk to God in the space between sleep and wake. I meet him there, in these moments between worlds, because...

I wrote this post in the spring of 2021. I was shell-shocked and reeling from a pandemic that seemed to shake every area of my life and a p...

Written Spring 2021 I think you need to sit with your anger for a bit.  I know you’ve seen how anger can destroy whole worlds and you’re sca...

 I haven't written here in years. I have written much  in years. Well, that's not entirely true. I raged in my journal every few mon...

Today this is not for everyone. Today this is for a specific people.  This is for a people who say they have been set apart. This is for a p...