I simply love Emily Freeman’s blog Chatting At The Sky, and I have been deeply moved by the letters I’ve read at her current link up. Here is my own letter to the teenage me: Ah Harmony, I look back at you and I love. It was such fun to be you. You of the imagination, […]
When He’s Gone
I’m not sure how the space can feel so silent when around me five children are all the noise that five children can make. But he’s gone, that man I married, traipsing another continent without internet or phone, and I’m alone. It’s only two weeks, and only the first of many weeks to come, […]
Dutch Dolls, Amsterdam, and Wild, Wild Hope
I washed the china dolls at sunset. The shadows were long in the room, and my husband bent over the piano, softly picking out a melody. The girls danced in the backyard pool, and my second son, he whittled soap with one eye cocked, and a nose deeply furrowed. I scrubbed. They had come all […]
Life Is Not Mine Alone
He wants to know if I have a Scrabble turn. I do, but Facebook is a whole click away, and I’m busy now. Well, can we look at maps? We can’t. He burrows down next to me and tosses a balloon in the air. I’m two weeks postpartum and I just want to be alone. […]
And My Beloved Is Mine
You run with me wherever my heart roams, and you always keep up. You never grow weary or lose heart.
Sometimes, Child, It Takes Fire
I’m ready to write about you now. You, who have moved out of me, and away. We burned the cord–the man who helped make you, and the woman who bore you–we burned it between two flames. Sometimes, child, sometimes, it takes fire to be set free.
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