There’s a lot to see in this image. It’s been a minute since I’ve studied the nuances represented in the steel of my mother’s countenance. A bit… Read more “A picture is worth 1,000 words [or in this case, 567]”
As I observed this spirited and thoughtful young woman on Thanksgiving, I made a wish for a shift in thinking. For a softening of my heart to allow for creative solutions to sharp issues.
That is a lesson worth slicing up to share.
Over time, an iridescent orb forms in the aftermath of the nurturing, transformed into a single bead on a special occasion string.
An early morning errand on a workday Wednesday delivered me to a whimsical destination. It had been a while since I’d made the right turn to Misty… Read more “Misty memories”
It’s a thing at Sewanee. Chasing sunsets. On the domain capped by the University of the South, there are overlooks with fancy names. Morgan’s Steep. Green’s View.… Read more “Sunset legacy”
In my last-minute quest for shelter on a no-occupancy mother-daughter weekend, I ended up in a stone chapel turned tiny house perched on the edge of a… Read more “A Sewanee story”
Am I good enough? This is the question I’m pondering as I prepare for a second writing workshop. This year marks the first time in a really… Read more “Am I good enough?”
Two English teachers and a drummer walked into a square-shaped white church. Really. One of the teachers was even wearing a cardigan. There’s no punchline here. Only… Read more “What is church?”
This place marks the spot where in the year 2000 friendships were planted. Playgroups met here before MOPS was a thing. We were just a frazzled group… Read more “Flood waters”
I saw her walking with purpose as I entered the grocery store on a post-work errand for provisions. “You smell just like my mother!”Jammed up right behind… Read more “Unexpected pathways”