Honestly, you guys, it's awfully late in the day, late in the week, and oh-so late in the year-long #52for52 project to be trying to come up with anything brilliant and new. It is my own damn fault. I know this. I haven't been writing enough, haven't bothered to turn on the tap and let … Continue reading Showing up, empty-handed
Month: April 2018
Mary
It doesn't feel like spring to most of us this year, but the calendar, stubborn and rigid as it is, insists that it is upon us, that we are nearly to May. And if you were ever a little girl in Catholic school, May was also a month in which you might have hoped to … Continue reading Mary
The mom is not in the movie
My son pulled out of our driveway seven weeks ago, a dark-haired beauty at his side, the long journey ahead eclipsed only by the longer one behind him. It wasn't for college that he left; it's been years since he left for that, and some fewer since he came back home, sheepskin in hand, the … Continue reading The mom is not in the movie
Scars as beauty
“We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, 'I survived'.” - Chris Cleave, Little Bee It was Thanksgiving Day, and the turkey was nearly done. I was outfitted for the task at hand, which … Continue reading Scars as beauty
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