From December, 2015

A letter from your older self

“In whatever sorrow you may be, however inconsolable and irremediable it may appear, believe me that the old woman in the cottage, with the young eyes, knows something, though she must not always tell it, that would quite satisfy you about it, even in the worst moments of your distress.” -from Phantastes by George MacDonald…

Just Breathe

Tie a yellow ribbon. Be on time. Set an alarm. Set two. Don’t forget your purse. Where are those keys? It’s heavy whipping cream not half and half. She’s had a hard year. Don’t bring up her trip to the U.K. Sing from your diaphragm. It’s not your fault. Don’t forget to breathe. Just breathe.…

Wide Corners

When my son Roman was just shy of a year, we were at Target picking out thank you cards in anticipation of his upcoming birthday party.  When I refused to let him toss the cards all over the aisle, he lost his mind. He threw himself onto the floor and pulled a move that I…

Pivotal sorrows

I’ve had Mary Oliver’s The Uses of Sorrow rolling around in my head lately. Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. If you’re anything like me, you’ve had one or two pivotal sorrows that have changed the course of…

Rose-colored memories

Through sparkling shards of amethyst and translucent rose petals I remember. An A-frame cabin in the snow, woolen knee socks and a window covered in frost. An agate slice wrapped in tissue from my father. A brush of rouge on my cheeks from my mother after I’d eagerly watched her adorn her own face. Driving…

Hope&Restoration [Hardware]

A handful of years ago, some teacher friends invited me out for dinner and drinks and a little Christmas shopping. I drug my feet. Not because I didn’t like the group, but I felt particularly alone at this time of the year and the thought of wandering around the crowded town center under twinkling lights…