It’s been almost four weeks since we welcomed our little babe into the world. Four weeks of cuddles, crying, napping, trying to keep our eyes open, poops, and smiles. I know that this season won’t last very long, so I am trying to soak in every little noise he makes, thank Jesus for even the … Continue reading 3.30.17
If I could sum up for you what the past 10 months have been into one word, whatever that word was would make you feel exhausted. Much of it can be attributed to changes and shifts in my life at work, coupled with the fact that one lazy Saturday in July I looked down at the … Continue reading two lines
But – I am learning that even fragile hopes like dandelions must sometimes disperse into dozens of pieces in order that more life new hopes bigger dreams can grow. Continue reading dandelion dreams II
sometimes my dreams seem like dandelions ready to fly away at the softest whisper ready to fall apart at one fleeting touch Continue reading dandelion dreams
“Did you just spill your drink on the couch?” Papa Ernst peeked around the doorway after a brief eruption of noise came from the living room where I was sitting. Fear seized me. I scooted over just enough to cover the pool of soda that had collected like a sad puddle of oily rain on the … Continue reading Learning the art of mistake-making.
prompt: shadow If you’re with me, if you don’t leave my side, like my shadow at noonday, then I think, I really do believe, that I can do it. I’ll make it. But only if you’re with me. Continue reading If you’re with me
Prompt: scars If you follow the curve Up to the crease of her elbow And send shivers down her spine You will find The raised skin Speaks of a time Devoid of caution and suspense It was just straightforward Headlong Merriment But little legs aren’t meant to climb Tall, ancient oaks Like a monkey or … Continue reading Memoir of a Scar