• Motherhood Chronicles

    Hot takes from a Housewife

    The more I notice it, the more questions I have. Is our elevation of the pregnant woman and unborn life just a glorification of our growth potential? Does the degradation of new moms and motherhood, in general, speak to how little we value the messy process of becoming? Of the actual growth itself and the effort and time it takes? 

  • Motherhood Chronicles

    Chronicles of Motherhood: The simplicity of survival

    The hours, days, and weeks following our discharge from the hospital and Noah’s arrival on this side of life, have been a kaleidoscope of emotions and will. Our previous daily routine pared down to the bare minimum, a merry-go-round of feed the baby, feed ourselves, change the baby, sleep (in fits and starts), feed the baby again, feed ourselves, try to sneak in a shower, sleep again, etc.

  • rebirth
    Life Musings

    Hello again

    Hello. I’ve missed you. It is Spring here, cool mornings and nights with bright, afternoon sun. What is blooming in your life? Here are a few updates on mine.

  • Life Musings

    To the moon and back

    I know that we’ve never really had life without risk. It was always there. It will always be there. It is part of what makes life good and sweet and worth living.

  • Faith, Life Musings

    Grief and Gratitude Pt. II

    What I didn’t know was how much a heart can open in the midst of grief and fear. I didn’t know that no matter how hard I tried to anticipate these moments, nothing could prepare me for the outpouring of love we’ve received. I had no idea gratitude and grief were such close companions.

  • Poetry

    Ancestors

    Bone of your bone,
    flesh of your
    flesh.

    I rise
    from the ashes
    of your strife.

  • Poetry

    A house divided cannot stand

    Do not fear the shadow side of the moon,
    the double edged sword
    you carry in your hand.
    Feel, and never look back.
    Err, and do not retrace those steps.
    Stumble, and bear your scars with pride.

  • Poetry

    When I Die

    “I want to know my death
    makes me no less part of the tree.
    That dying can be as triumphant as tragic.
    I want to know that the hope of rebirth
    is just a season away.”

  • Life Musings, North America, Travel Stories

    The Spirit of the Land Pt. 1

    There were people(s) who knew intimately the spirit of the land because it was inside them. They were not separate from the beauty or terror of nature but revered it. Their stories have been rewritten, if not entirely erased but there are vestiges left behind. They are still with us. It is not yet too late.