A man who looked just like my grandfather walked into the bakery the other day. When I saw him my heart sank and I had a difficult time catching my breath. I wanted to run up to him, give him a hug, grab an apple streusel to share so that we could sit and chat….
Tag: Writing
my freedom was a prayer request (this I know as fact)
this life a syncopated symphony illustrated in easy rhythms played throughout an average day the sound of rain a wind that blows that truest note sang out at precisely the right time it’s the feel of the pavement beneath my feet and the pleasant freshness of a lime a moving psalm a prayer request everyday a…
the smarty pants mommy and the little drummer boy: tales from the hood (mommy that is)
It’s funny how much your kids can be like you and at the same time…not. My side kick is so me in so many ways…from his uncanny ability to both understand and relay sarcasm to his willingness to come to the aid of a complete stranger in need…but in others, he is utterly and completely…
the first thing we do…lets kill all the critics
Imagine having someone in your life who every moment that they can are telling you how you need ‘to get it together.’ No matter where you are no matter what you are doing this person says things to you like ‘what’s up with that hair style?’ Or ‘when are you going to lose those 40…
lessons in communion
“Mom let’s take a walk today.” It’s a common request in my house now. He asks this question so casually. Mostly it’s not even an question behind it the assumption that we will be walking. It’s only a matter of when and where. Walking has been my solace since I was a little girl….
the eternal quest for authentic rest…i might do better looking for the holy grail
You know that moment when you’ve finally settled in to catch your favorite television program? I mean the drudgery is all taken care of…dishes, laundry, dog fed, lunches are packed and ready for consumption tomorrow. Right. That moment. After everyone is bathed, prayed, and tucked in. That moment when you grab your cup of tea…
without repudiation, i am a prisoner of hope
My mother prayed. Fervently with supplication and dedication, I would listen as she and her prayer circle covered every family member from the youngest to the most infirm, asking God’s grace and healing over their lives. My mother prayed. I listened to her words. Memorized her pleas. Later folded them into my own. My mother…
If It Looks Like Madness but takes Serious Planning Chances Are It’s Working
I create a different curriculum each year for the therapy groups I facilitate. I don’t call my groups therapy like most social workers. There are no children of incarcerated parents group, no ADHD group, nor is there a social skills group. Kids hate having to go to ‘those’ groups. Although they will loudly proclaim…
for phife. dawg.
there is no justice in this place little girl dreams get washed away with yesterday’s news and little boys are never taught that dreams can in fact come true we walk fine lines in this in between times where the end is not near but here an ending to the illusion that we are separate…
Reluctant Alpha Prefers Long Walks and Big Books to Power Plays and Positions of Fame
Here’s the thing I may be an ‘alpha’ female but that doesn’t mean I want to lead anybody anywhere. I think that’s the misnomer for all people labeled ‘alpha.’ The assumption is we just want to take over the place. But the reality is mostly we just want shit done right the first time….
fearfree living 