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…