A New Advent

It is the first week of December 2005, and I am shopping at the Commissary grocery store on the local military base. It’s only a few miles from the mobile home park, where we live in a double-wide. We purchased it just over a your ago, taking out a loan that my...
In Defense of Stuff

In Defense of Stuff

If you’re reading this it means that you’re either a new person here who stumbled on my internet safe space, or you’re one of my core readers, with me from the start (thanks!). For the last few months I’ve been toiling over what I consider my main work; that is my...
Mudslide

Mudslide

How is it, Lord, that tears so wet,  So clear upon my face,  Can burn my skin and sting my cheeks,  Can chafe and scar and bind my heart,  Can start an avalanche of long-forgotten mud,  Once dried and caked but now flowing down,  Down the...
This is it.

This is it.

When I met my husband in the late summer of 1999 I knew him to be a high school music teacher who had, only days before, relocated back to his hometown. When I agreed to meet him at a local family restaurant for what would be our first date, however, I arrived to find...
Sparkles and the definition of  “me”

Sparkles and the definition of “me”

I wrote this post in 2016 on my first blog, The Extra Rib. This reflection on the changing phases of parenting as a child grows was written when my daughter, Ida, was in 6th grade. Ida graduated from high school this past year, 2022, and she continues to learn in...