there'd be days like this. There'd be days like this, my Mama said. (Thank you, Shirelles and others.) Days where there are way more questions than answers. And those questions lead to more questions. But wait! That's not all..... sit and think about this particular something, and then there are all the questions cropping up… Continue reading Mama Said
Tag: when hard things happen
Get Your Brave On
When I was at my lowest after first Daddy and then, fifteen months later, Mama passed, my baby sister Mess Cat sent me the song "Brave" Sara Bareilles, and said, "I just want to see you be brave." Brave? BRAVE?! I love her, but I just couldn't hear that. I wasn't ready to. Being… Continue reading Get Your Brave On
Her Lovely and Gentle Ways
Today found Winter clinging to every last bit she could, refusing to let go of the grip she had on my toes. I am so tired of being cold, weary, and of coming home in the dark. But on this day, when Winter was hanging on for all she was worth, her genteel sister crept… Continue reading Her Lovely and Gentle Ways
Gearing Up for the Storm
Today the littles and I went to their class at the Go Fish Education Center and learned a lot about the weather. One of the things they made there was a "foldable" with four different categories--they wrote the pertinent information for each one on the inside. When discussing thunderstorms, the teacher shared about things we… Continue reading Gearing Up for the Storm
bad news
so it turns out I really can't handle any more bad news I've decided that based on the scientific fact that I am sitting here and everything in my head resembles a ticker tape running below the news reports and we know nothing good ever winds up there so no more bad news okay? instead… Continue reading bad news
upon encountering a frog on a mid-winter evening
walking along on this winter evening that has dressed up like spring meandering really, not counting steps or time or headed anywhere in particular just giving her a moment to sniff and smell and do all the dog things she does it's different somehow in the dark the world seems quieter calmer and while there's… Continue reading upon encountering a frog on a mid-winter evening
circling the wagons close
some of life's most sacred moments, holy moments happen along the raw edges of hurt and pain when we circle the wagons close and sit with each other in the dark holding hands, hands in laps fingering the edges of the wrap we have on to ward off the cold the cold that is here… Continue reading circling the wagons close
where it hurts
when my children were little I could ask them "where does it hurt?" and they would point or nod or tell me and I would doctor it up, cleaning it, putting on the ever-magical bandaid and kiss it all better which would usually end in giggles and all would be fixed but now, as they… Continue reading where it hurts
When Time Stood Still
I am one of those people who believes that light will follow darkness. That eventually the sun will rise. That the heavy nothingness will give way to little pinpricks of light that will open up the sky like a box being opened at Christmas, until the whole sky is gloriously lit by the golden sun… Continue reading When Time Stood Still
Until Everybody’s Free
A week ago Cooter and I traveled up to Wesleyan to attend Core Ensemble's production of "Ain't I a Woman." Many years ago, I read Sojourner Truth's words calling for men to get out of the way and let women fix the world. I fell in love with her then. A strong woman who had suffered… Continue reading Until Everybody’s Free
I Might Need A Nap 