A couple of nights ago, my middle son came back out after being put to bed. This draws out the deepest rage from the most irrational corner of my any-spare-adult-moment mindset. “What’s the problem, Elvis?” Elvis is our brooder. Like me, it takes him long moments to formulate what it is he desperately needs to say, … More Anything Can Happen
There have been a grand total of about 36 months of my adult life (let’s say, after 17 or so) that I have not worried about, wondered if, hoped for, stressed over, prayed for or prayed against being pregnant. My reproductive history is such that I get pregnant when I don’t want to be pregnant, … More That Time of the Month
There’s a moment after you say, “Yes, Lord, let it be as you have promised,” when doubt floods in. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. Maybe this path that looked so blessed while Gabriel was hanging out looks dark and lonely now that the bright winged angel isn’t nearby. You are small. You are … More Advent Day Eleven: Wait, what?
Fear I taste the juice of forbidden fruit dripping from Adam’s mouth. And in my hand, the dagger that killed Cain’s brother. My arms are sore from building Babel. Abraham’s fear rolls in my gut. I cling to Sodom as it burns, connive for the birthright at Isaac’s bedside, stand by as my sons slaughter … More Last Words Series, Part Four – "Fear"