still they were beautiful

I haven’t said much about the election because I haven’t known what to say.  I woke up at 3 am on Wednesday from my restless couch sleep and my heart felt like a stone flung into a deep sea.  I’ve cried while cutting peppers.  I’ve been lost in a swirl...

This is primarily written to my white brothers and sisters of faith.  Please may I say to you at the beginning that this is not an attack.  No matter how you might feel about the issue at hand, I love you. Let's not lose sight of our common ground, and...

When I look back on this season of life, these years of young children, what will I remember?
I think of this question often.  I'm smack in the middle right now, and it's tough some days to see past the nights with not nearly enough sleep.  The laundry game that I'm badly losing. The dishes that multiply like busy rabbits.  These days are long...

Spring is coming up quietly here in the Midwest.  My hyacinths are weighty with full pink heads. The daffodils have buds.  Some of my perennials are sending their first scouting leaves through soil's surface.   Oh goodness, I could talk about flowers...