My Ongoing Journey with a Suspected Case of COVID

It’s now been six months since Brandon and I got sick with low grade fevers and fatigue for 14 days, me with shortness of breath that was enough to be thinking about going to the hospital but not enough to feel like I might die. Tests were in short supply and reserved for the veryContinue reading “My Ongoing Journey with a Suspected Case of COVID”

Anything Can Happen

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,Continue reading “Anything Can Happen”

That Time of the Month

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,Continue reading “That Time of the Month”

Advent Day Eleven: Wait, what?

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 areContinue reading “Advent Day Eleven: Wait, what?”

Last Words Series, Part Four – "Fear"

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 slaughterContinue reading “Last Words Series, Part Four – "Fear"”