Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You […]
A Few Thoughts
1. This post at Copperlight Wood. Read it. 2. The Ambleside community. I am continually blown away by their graciousness and generosity. Each time I visit the robust online forum, or read one of the many blogs by Ambleside users, I come away blessed and informed. These women have helped shape not only my homeschooling but also my life […]
Land of the Living
The night finds me distracted by library books and headlines about Weapons of Mass Destruction and the little boy making a bed on my living room floor. ISIS advances and Ebola sweeps, but today my grandfather said vows in his twilight years and married the woman he loves. FaceTime carried to their great-grandfather the congratulations of my children. I […]
September Eleven
Never, as a 21 year old girl who knelt shaking before a quaking tv screen did I begin to imagine what those towers would mean to my life. And as they fell, I could never imagine the husband I had yet to meet would one day –12 years hence– put his boots on the dust of […]
Edges
i see him on the edges of my days; his back in the bathroom as my eyes adjust to the morning light, a kiss, a smile; and the yawning hours, of day shutting and walls folding to sleep. in the middle we are full of all the goings-on, diapers folded, videos taken of Baby’s new […]
I See You
You smell like apple pie this morning, a little nutmeg, a sprinkling of sugar. I fold a palm to your chin and wipe at your tears, and my kiss lingers on your freckle-dusted skin. Were you the baby I suckled all those long years ago? Were yours the feet I pressed to my face, was […]
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.