Ironically

Heaven is a dark and quiet kitchen at midnight and a loaf of brand new raisin bread staring at you. It is a dark and quiet kitchen and the softness of bread and the nearness of the butter. If I open the fridge door and bathe myself in its warm light, I will certainly smother […]

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O night divine

Dear last Monday in December, Well, friend, it is time to say goodbye again for another year. I want to thank you for all the kindness and joy you showed me over the past few weeks, being with you has gone swiftly and I don’t regret a moment of it. It’s true I worked 11 […]

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Merry Everything

The tree is twinkling in the front room and the house smells like food. It’s loud, its crowded. We are all trying to politely find ways to take showers without bothering each other. We are trying to watch tv at the right volume. We are saying “please” and “thank you”. We are passing one another […]

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One step at a time

One shift at a time.One planned outfit at a time.One strict bedtime at a time.One Epsom salt bath at a time.One hour at a time.On the clock, off the clock. (A friendly reminder to be kind to the people in the service industry this holiday season. The ones bringing you food, walking you to your […]

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Lullaby

I’ve been sleeping so deep lately, as though a spell has been cast. My head hits the pillow and I extinguish like a flame blown out by loving lips. A soft puff of air and I falter and go under, not able to resurface for the whole night. It is not unlike walking towards a […]

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Forgiveness…

…is allowing someone to sleep when you want them awake. …is saying that it will be ok when you aren’t sure if it will. …is calling and listening to what people have to say when you are embarrassed. …is making sure that saying “I love you” is the last thing they hear before they leave. […]

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Cookies

I watched Mom kneed cookie dough for the first time this season and I snuck pieces of it when she wasn’t looking. I sat right there a the kitchen table awaiting scraps like a little dog. My cold is settling in my ears but I did take my coloring book down from my shelf while […]

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Homeward Bound

I must make home within my own heart, my broken, busted, earthquaked heart full to the brim with memories and hope and earth with the possibility of something new to grow. You have to clear the field before you plant. The death of all the past year, of who I was, has to happen as […]

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