My precious boys,
There are countless things that I wish to tell you, to teach you, before you are grown men. I know that day will arrive sooner than I feel today. Today you are all so small, full of innocent passions and ideas, giggling smiles and grubby hands. Continue reading “A Letter To My Sons”
I have always lived within earshot of train tracks.
From the slice of suburban life that I called my childhood home, to the dilapidated balcony of my younger self’s great leap into independence; from the teeny tiny Californian apartment rubbing elbows with a new husband and a new name, to the solid brick ranch nestled in the vibrant green that is Tennessee’s cloak…
…the wail of a train’s whistle has penetrated the walls of every abode-and every stage-of my life.
“Come, see where I may lead you.” Continue reading “When Wanderlust Calls”
Listen my son, for to you I confer
Our history, our past and beseech you
Remember Continue reading “1915”
Like most young girls, I thought about my future wedding now and then-what my groom would look like, the dress, the lights, the flowers-all the small things that set such a day apart from all others. But more than all of that, I wondered what it would feel like to say “I do”.
Fast forward several years to a rainy August evening where I did stand before God and witnesses, and spoke holy vows to the tall man in front of me. Continue reading “I Didn’t Say “I Do””
I love to watch her play. Alone or with her brothers, it doesn’t matter-she amazes me. I call her “Goose”, for it reflects both the silliness that dances within her, as well as the subtle grace that I know will one day take flight.
Yet there was once a time when I was terrified that she was to enter my life. A daughter. Continue reading “I Was Terrified to Have a Daughter”
- the floor of a fireplace
- used as a symbol of one’s home
There are few things more satisfying than snuggling into deep cushions, sipping an enticingly hot cup of tea, surrounded by glorious stillness and calm-all the while gazing into the mesmerizing flames of a well stoked fire….. Continue reading “Hearth and Home”