“When music sounds, all that I was I am”
– Walter de la Mare
Once a month, I go ballroom dancing.
I book the babysitter, pack my tattered shoes into my purse, and shift the van into drive. I leave behind all my various names and titles, and head to the one place where I don’t need them. Whether or not I have a name matters little here. Continue reading “The Woman With No Name”
Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks
I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful.
So I write them down.
And count them one by one.
Continue reading “Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #1-20”
Listen my son, for to you I confer
Our history, our past and beseech you
Remember Continue reading “1915”
I find birth stories to be breathtakingly beautiful-a window into one of the life changing moments of a family. So this is one of ours. It was very different from my other births, and found it difficult to write. But I did. It may be raw, unexpected, and a trifle long….but it’s ours. Part of our family history now. And I would like to share this small window with you. Continue reading “A Tale of Birth”