Not sure why my mind went here recently, but I was thinking about what will happen to my children when I’m no longer here, not in a morbid way, but in a curious, reflective way. And then I started wondering…
The Angel Behind Me
This one’s for all those who believe in angels … The Angel Behind Me Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch And my serenity scatters I glance over my shoulder Expecting to see a fellow wanderer Enjoying the beauty Of this bold and…
A Parent’s Prayer
My daughter is struggling right now and, as her momma, I am, too. Please pray for her. A Parent’s Prayer A stillness settles over me Soft and snug, yet heavy A battered cloak Warmed Against the brutal reality Of my…
Hello Again
Certain songs put a pit in my stomach, overwhelming me with the nostalgia their lyrics and melody bring up from the depths of my soul, especially when that nostalgia surrounds the early days of my childhood. The days we spent…
To Give You Wings
Last night around the dinner table, my daughter, who had just come home from her religious education class, started talking about Lent, which begins today. She said she decided that instead of giving something up, she would like to help…
In Memoriam
The days are hard, the world feels heavy, and now, even my precious memories of yesteryear bring little solace. Where do we turn when it feels like there’s nowhere left to turn? In Memoriam A zest for life Eludes me…
To Dust
One of my (some might say unhealthier) pastimes is reflecting on my past. I once heard someone say that time (and thereby the past) is essentially a blip in life that comes and goes without a second thought. As in,…
The Magic Was You
Whenever this time of year rolls around, my thoughts inevitably turn to my Dziadziu. He has always epitomized the holidays for me, bringing everyone together, and even today, eight years after his passing, I still long to spend each holiday…
Trauma
A few days ago, I found myself back in the radiology department of the hospital where I gave birth to my premature daughter, a harrowing experience I wrote about three years ago in a blog titled “The Story Of A…
I Love You Past Heaven
Last night during family movie night, my almost-6-year-old son sidled up next to me on the couch (unsolicited), gently pushed my hair back, and whispered these words to me. I have no idea what I did to deserve him, but…