As we enter a new week, may we lay down our distractions, our worries, our burdens, our fears; may we cease chattering; may fidgeting flee. May we have the strength to meet with quiet hearts our challenges, our joys, our griefs, our tests; may our moments of wonder, moments of pain and all the plodding mundanities be well […]
When The Husband Leaves
When the husband leaves I think, “this means a whole night of writing!” and immediately begin forming blog posts in my head. But that’s when I’m shaping meat into patties. By the time I’m putting a lid on the salad, I’m onto a third blog post, which will meet a timely and catchy conclusion as the last […]
Perform
There was a huge barrier to writing–and see, here I am writing about writing again, despite my noblest of intentions–that had its roots in a pressure to perform. One could say the same for living, for being. The pressure to perform draped my existence much the way a wet wool sweater might: heavy, weighing down. […]
The Writer Writing
“As I write these words, dust drifts across the floor. Stacks of urgent mail grow tall. The dollhouse curtains stay unmade. Laundry ripens. I need you to understand that I write because poems do not break. They do not follow a clock. Like us, they breathe the air of hamburgers frying, but it is air […]
The Writer Pausing
No writing tonight. I’m busy talking across time zones with a friend. {{Happy Sigh}} (Day 8 of the Writing Challenge: where I’m “Just Writing” daily for 31 days.)
The Writer Climbing
We hiked our favorite trail today before the sun arched high in the sky, and I remembered a hike we’d taken when Eddie was still an infant. It had felt like such a milestone then, to be out there on my own with five children. Now there are six, and somehow six seems easier than five. Today I had […]
The Writer Emerging
Emerge: move out of or away from something, and come into view. It was a day in May in Oklahoma, and 30 years had passed since shame had silenced her tongue. A mama now, that girl from long ago was lifting the window to listen to her children play in the spring-green field behind her […]
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