Today I drove by our old house. I do not live there any more. You do though. You and the dog, and the tiny holes left from the push pins I made trying to turn the house to a home. You didn’t notice, it seems, the tiny holes I left or the trying I tried… Continue reading Pushpins
Category: A Hope Chest of Light Keeping
This is my lighthouse journey, my place of bright things.
Delights that make me blush, moments of bliss, holding myself accountable to find the very thing I know I deserve and how to hold it sacred till it’s really here.
Up and at it
This is what I tell my students: you never enter a moment where you don’t think you are going to achieve your objective. And you fight with everything you have to do just that. Finally, when everything else fails-you stop fighting. You find a new objective after you experience the realization of loss. This is… Continue reading Up and at it
down the drain
I am thinking about the word "damage". I am thinking about how that conjures up the image of a bombed out building. A package ruined in the mail. A mis-sewn pair of jeans. A limb that no longer functions in the full way a limb should.I think of loss. And I think of fear. I… Continue reading down the drain
I got here early…
There is nothing quite different about the lobby. I think at one point there were tables that Drew and I would sit at and split a Dr. Pepper and chicken soup with tons of crackers while we ran lines. But otherwise, 10 years later, it is the same. Oh, the students have changed of course.… Continue reading I got here early…
An ode to sisters
Home says 'Hi', Mackenzie. The sun winks past the window looking for you inside our room. The breeze tickles the wind chimes in the crepe myrtle to call you out to play. The grass stays short longing for you to lay on your towel with a magazine and your journal. Even the treadmill misses you.… Continue reading An ode to sisters
I will not be sad on the first day of Fall
I am sweating. I have been sweating for months. There is a constant drip down my spine, pooling under my arms, gathering on my upper lip. And I have no idea what to wear. A terrible feeling to constantly be looking longingly at my sweater collection and not be able to put them on. September,… Continue reading I will not be sad on the first day of Fall
A visitor, a sign.
He was hard to spot. He was sitting on the dry grass this morning slowly opening and closing his wings. Once I found him, I sat beside him for a moment and looked at the trees moving in the early morning breeze. The gray clouds covering us like a down comforter. Bella licked the air,… Continue reading A visitor, a sign.
A new beginning
Today I walked the halls again as a professor. My shoes were wrong and my bra felt too tight and after two hours of speaking and looking around the room at blank 19 year old faces, I was so tired I came home and took a two hour nap. I love being back in the… Continue reading A new beginning