Next Sunday I turn 31. A year ago that fact did not seem possible. That is the glory and beauty of time and space. Things happen that you did not imagine. The whole world can change for you if you give it time. I gave it time. Life has changed some of it for good,… Continue reading A week of goodbye
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The week’s end
Waking up these days in the cold of the bedroom, the air conditioning on full blast and the fan whirring above us, I am reminded how lovely it is to be cool on the outside and cozy on the inside. My eyes open and all is still for a moment. Even the birds, who sing… Continue reading The week’s end
A time line on a birthday
John and I started dating in September. He was a person from my past, a boy I sat behind in theology class Junior year, who came back into my life the way a flash happens in a frying pan. BOOM, he had arrived. He was insistent on talking to me and made me feel like the… Continue reading A time line on a birthday
belonging
Here me out:What if before I belong to anyone else I belong to me first? Me first and me always no matter who comes and goes.I find myself searching for strange sorts of validation from people other than myself and my instincts. Why, still, am I looking for someone to tell me I’m doing a good… Continue reading belonging
Last day
I have completed my first semester as a professor. I am humbled and overwhelmed and count myself very lucky. I am scared about putting grades in the grade book. I am hopeful I will be allowed to continue to work in this way. Sometimes I think, dreams take time to find and come to fruition.… Continue reading Last day
Our lady
I sat on the front porch tonight and the light was so bright in my face to the left I felt as though Mary was reaching her arms out to me. Warm and bright, blinding in it's glow. The sun set slowly. John, Bella and I sat on the steps and watched the cars go… Continue reading Our lady
Adventure awaits
This is me in 2015. The day after my birthday. Freshly 27 and hiking in the rain. I don’t like being wet, I don’t like being dirty and sweaty. But in 2015, freshly 27-it was ok. A good memory now. I’m about to turn 31. And I think back on this girl-this girl, who was important… Continue reading Adventure awaits
Perpetual being of light
This year, I fear, I have tried my mother's patience. Life has not gone according to plan. My plan was to have a fat baby bouncing on my mother's knee by the time I was turning 31. A house. A husband. Less financial concern. I wanted her to be worrying about me less. And enjoy… Continue reading Perpetual being of light
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