A week ago we cried over the body of my beloved Mother. She is gone. This keeps hitting me like ocean waves, one after the other. How it swells. How it breaks. It all seems like a dream. The next day was of course a birthday. My daughter’s third. The only time to cry was…
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Miss and Carry (A Little Life Remembered)
I miscarried nine days before our 15th anniversary. There we sat, across the table at a little cafe, drinking coffee together. Our six living children were home with a friend who gave us the day together to celebrate our marriage. The week before, Randy and I had privately laid the whisper of a body down…
The Last Few Days of Pregnancy
I am in the last week or so of pregnancy. I can feel my heart and my mind being pulled in so many different directions. There is part of me that wants to sit down and enjoy the last few days of normal sleeping patterns, two free hands, the freedom to be away for more…
Handmade Day #2: The Snowball Hat and The Marigold Hat
Today I made a couple of hats–a child’s hat (modeled here by the lovely Rosie), and an adult-sized burnt orange hat with soft yellow trim. Click on the photo to take a look at my etsy shop and see jewelry, handmade books, and hats. More coming every day for the remaining 15 Days of Handmade…
The Daily Turn #28: Paloma
Your marigold hair casts a red-orange glow on everything around you. You are honeycomb ginger and cinnamon, the sweetest and nicest of sugars and spice. I have never seen deeper pools of clear, clean water than in the bright blue worlds of your eyes. There is good earth there for growing beautiful things– wildflowers of every…
The Daily Turn #22: Love Song for a Little Boy
Your eyes are approximatelysix inches from mine.They are deeply-set,sincere brown,and smiling.You are two years old–a little wild animal–and in this moment,looking into your small faceI am grateful to be aliveand to know you.To watch,day by daythe animation that makes your little body go.In my heartyou are always findingnew doors.You open up roomsthat I didn’t know were there,flooding…
The Daily Turn #13: Daddy’s Garden
Walking again today through my Daddy’s garden I become a child. The scent of honey-sweet allysum is carried by the first wind of the end of summer. I can not find a poetic way to say that the towering hastas smell like honeysuckle and gardenias combined, but I don’t mind, because I do not yet read…