The Fiery Ordeal

IV Horton Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that is taking place among you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. 1 Peter 4:12 A friend and I texted back and forth about the various horrific things happening in our country: about immigration detention centers owned by private … Continue reading The Fiery Ordeal

All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch

All quiet on the southwestern front, I know. It's hard to write when things are hard, not because there is less to say, but because it feels like those things might be less worth saying. My instagram feed this weekend was a flurry of sunny pictures from the garden along with captions detailing my anxiety. … Continue reading All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch

Apology

It is, every day, a reconciliation. An understanding that I will never have enough to give, but what I give must be enough. Reliance on grace to fill in the gaps, faith that one step and then another leads me somewhere, or through somewhere, or nearish somewhere. I say lots of I'm sorrys, but I … Continue reading Apology

On the Refrigerated and the Grotesque | Daily Prompt: South

I'm spending a few minutes every day with the Daily Post's Daily Prompt. I'm not planning to publish every brainstorm, but will post a handful, for accountability and that weird stomach flip I get when I hit the publish button. Daily Prompt: South Thick sliced tomatoes dressed with salt and pepper, cantaloupe and watermelon and … Continue reading On the Refrigerated and the Grotesque | Daily Prompt: South

Minor Survival

I've committed to myself, as of today, to spend 5-10 minutes with The Daily Post Daily Prompt, well, daily. Today's one word prompt is survival, a word that--in the context of this week-- veers dangerously far from mommy-blogging territory. Tuesday, I had a minor surgical procedure done. I was nervous about it, as one sometimes … Continue reading Minor Survival