I haven't written in awhile. A long while. I keep paying for this humble, immature site ~ my pen bone dry. It's complicated when your children get older. Their stories are not your stories to tell, and the lines between what to write and what to save as sacred get tangled. It can be hard… Continue reading When a son gets married.
{OR: the cutting work of motherhood.} Tonight we decorated the tree with all five kids. Sometimes in life we don't know we are experiencing a "last time." And what a blessing that can be. There is a heaviness that comes in realizing a door is being eternally locked shut, and I think knowing all of… Continue reading The Trio.
As I was tucking in the boys tonight, glittering-gentle-tiny flakes of snow were whirling outside their window in the lamplight. I could see the wooden playset, illuminated, the faithful branches of the old crab apple tree, bare and frosted. As I fluffed Gabe's blankets and stared out the panes of glass... I couldn't help but… Continue reading Snow Globe.
Saltbox Colonial 