Overflowing
Isn't it something, what flows from our bodies, our hearts, our minds?
Sometimes I don't even
The gifts of 'the end of the day'
A friend once gave me an 'end of the day' clay bead - a bead made of the
Good Bones
"It is not beauty that endures, it is love that makes us see beauty." - Leo Tolstoy
In
Turning off the lights in my son's room
When one of my children began to potty train, they were terribly frightened of the noise and size of public
On Being Thwarted
My second daughter was born a bit early at 35 weeks. In her premature arrival, she needed more physical closeness
Area of refuge
One June summer day, after spending time on the water with our children and my father in law, visiting from
Stopping for peaches on a Sunday afternoon
This past Sunday was one of those days that held the startling juxtaposition of the beauty and sorrow of life.
The 'Ugly Cry'
Recently I shared a Saturday afternoon with Eugena Maguire, a delightful social worker and parent coach, as we recorded a
Remembering the delight of ourselves
Today I took my dogs for a walk, traipsing our normal loop of squirrel hunting and owl spotting, ending in
Blessing
"Even the bird with a broken wing is a prayer." - Ashley Gates Jansen
Every oak tree holds