standing on corners, timelines, online screaming closed fists and white knuckles yelling imaginary love of jesus sleep fitful over the sins of neighbors, the dust in their retinas, my own planks a lumberyard standing ready for pole vaulting I could tell of a time a younger I too scared of corners, not of… Continue reading abundantly
I call her Queen. Daughter of Majesty, stitched together by Divinity, Eyes the size of the moon. Diamonds like freckles speckle her face Cloaked in sapphire silks, she stands six inches from the sky. Dancing at banquets and pouring champagne, Dressed to the nines in Heaven’s finest. The celebration of Angels with each step that… Continue reading The Movement
Yesterday, I sat in the basement of my house with a best friend. We watched a movie. Sadie slept and cuddled and listened. Jackie and I cried. The movie, About Time, centers on time travel. It may be my favorite movie after yesterday because as I watched I was transported outside of my life (I… Continue reading Time, The Only Currency That Matters
Vulnerability. It turns out I’m not so great at it. I have convinced myself that oversharing is considered vulnerability. It isn’t. Word vomiting at anyone and anything that moves isn’t vulnerable. Picking up the phone and calling name after name until someone picks up is NOT vulnerable. It has the semblance of vulnerability. Just like… Continue reading Vulnerability: Actually, For Real Guys
When I pick you up, you don’t smell like me. You don’t smell like my baby and my hair and my lotion and my love. You smell different. You smell like hospital. Like gowns and cold and gray and isolation. You smell unfamiliar. Distant. Independent. I don’t know this smell on you. You smell like… Continue reading Ocean Baby
Wake up and thank God that you’ve been given another day. Then, commit to making today meaningful.
We joke and tweet about how hard #adulting is. Keeping laundry detergent and toilet paper in stock. Buying groceries. Cooking vegetables. Dental hygiene. Getting up on time (every day) for work. Making it through the day without coffee. Or, possibly worse, without cream for said coffee. You get the gist. Consider for a moment a… Continue reading Heavy Lifting