Clean Cupboards, Grimy Minds

I used to love to hate to clean. Then I loved to clean. Then I hated to clean. Then I loved it again. Some of this could have to do with a pregnancy and nesting cycle in there, but mostly it has to do with my need for purposeful tasks.  Throughout the course of my... Continue Reading →

Baby Steps Still

First steps are hard. First steps are freeing. First steps come fast. First steps bring feeling. Legs must move too Unless we are to fall. Today I step again To answer the call. A year ago, I started a blog to share my poetry.  Scared and unsure, I kept my name off of it.  Today... Continue Reading →

Broke Enough

How much brokenness is just enough to let the hurt go and heal? I often find myself asking this when an object that my grandmother touched is changed, broken, or lost. Today, it is not my grandmother, her belongings or her memories that are changed, broken, or lost.  The only variable in this equation of... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: