The Torn Cardboard Sign

I pulled my car onto the exit ramp and slowed behind the glowing brake lights ahead. My mind clicked through the list of places I need to hit, streamlining each stop as much as possible. Gone are the days of sauntering through shopping trips, now I execute them with precision, holding my breath that the…

More than Meets the Eye

There is so much more than meets the eye. Five children stood holding hands, illuminated by the morning light filtering through the redwood forest. The green canopy stretched high overhead, heavy and hushed, as if the tall trees were waiting to whisper something to us… But the real story behind this moment was we couldn’t…

These Beautiful Scars

The morning haze lay thick, shrouding the world in a sleepy mantle. I pulled the thick blanket tighter over my shoulders and around the baby in my lap. Wind whipped up over the rocks and snuck its way under the fleece around me. Slowly, slowly the sky warmed and glowed, empty blue giving way to…

Flowing In Our Veins

Miles slid under the van and disappeared, and with each hour the scenery became more rugged. Wide clear sky stretched even wider, and the oaks and pines gave way to scrub brush and gnarled mesquite trees. I will always love the lush beautiful east, but the Texan in my veins will never die. We slammed…

Every Bitter Thing is Sweet

My little guy slipped out of our front row seat and made a bee line for the bucket of roses at the front of the stage. He bent carefully over the blend of red, pink and yellow and finally pulled up a pink one with dark ruffled edges. He retraced his steps and handed me…

While in Our Arms

“Hush now, my babyBe still love, don’t cry.Sleep like you’re rocked by the stream.Sleep and remember my lullaby.And I’ll be with you when you dream.” It’s the song that floats over the ages, whispers over the horizon, rocking all of us to sleep. A mother to her child, humming love and security to her infant. I…

Don’t Miss the Party

He smiles at me, and no one else is there to feel the warmth that floods my whole body. No one with a camera, poised and ready to capture. Outside the world grimaces and frets, but my baby giggles and I make a stupid, undignified noise just to watch his eyes sparkle and hear that…

This is Our Stage

My feet pounded down the worn carpet stairs and as I stepped off the bottom step, I glanced at my 12 year old snuggled in the sleeping bag in the couch. Sleeping in the living room is, apparently, way more fun than snoozing in your own bed. But he looked up from his book as…

Caught in the Tension

I sat on the porch step, my fingers wrapped around a warm pottery mug. The early morning hush blended with the warbler’s springtime lullaby. Sunshine glowed on the left side of my face, warm and strong and hopeful. But the night air still pressed from the right, cold and worried.  It’s a weird world we…

When the Darkness Trembles

The water warmed as it streamed through my waiting finger tips. I sudsed up the blue sponge and started with the cups. The drain rack’s contents grew, cups first then followed by plates, stacked largest to smallest. Silverware soaked under the warm water, stubborn egg yolk between the tines softening. My baby kicked in the…