On my hands; it is heaviest the day after I’ve cut and cooked these skin-struck pilgrims.
Hey Middle Child
I see you there trying to find your place in the chaos of our days together. I see you striving to get my attention, to read one more book at …
Surround Yourself
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Rebirth
All good stories start with water. With a flow, a rush, a release. So did you.
Fortitude: Lessons from a Kindergartener
The next time I'm standing on the fringe, trying to work up the courage to join in, I hope to remember those wise words from my kindergartener.
The Space Between Contractions
I want to tell you about the calm in the center of a storm. About a timeless place of softly swirling nothing. About drifting weightless across eons that span mere moments. About a galaxy inside of each of us that is filled with peace and trust and so much depth.
Feasting on Words
By Andrea Isiminger “The blue bag,” says my son when I ask what he wants for a snack. If I encourage him to be more specific, he’ll name the store where …
Blues in the Backyard
By Antigone Lambros, age 14 I once knew a boy. He was curiosity and strong coffee, determination, and blues music. Dark skin and dark lashes, he was mysterious. The whole …
Crossing Time As We Come and Go
Five years ago, I sat in a hospital room with my precious Mom-Mom. She was a spitfire who worked into her 80’s, stylish to a fault, and had beautiful, smooth, …
Let’s Go!
By Kelly Coloff. Wind on my face. Laughing. Legs burning.