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Leaning Close to Speak of Betrayal

Night falls in blue twilight and my neighbor’s white blossoms glimmer green in the dusk. My son’s small feet patter back to his room, and a distant car whirs. The pointer finger on my right hand rubs across a smooth right thumb, but it’s all wrong. I’ve been betrayed by my body. Photo Credit: Flickr…

Our Best Spring Forward Beauty Truth

He perched on the black armchair, hanging off the right edge. His blonde head hung upside down, arms trailing the cream carpet. “…and then I fought the boss…” Daniel’s words rippled on, describing video game adventures and I tried to pay attention. Photo Credit: Flikr user T. Papadopoulos, Creative Commons cc license Pinching lips shut…

The Question that Dangles For Us Who Grieve in this Season

It was after her question at the hardware store. Trudging across broken pavement in biting snowy cold, we pushed hands in pockets deep, my arm through hers protectively. Inside the red box store, she asked it –my mom wanting to know — and it has reverberated inside the depths of me still. “I want the…

On the Dark Nights When You are Counting Days and Remembering

It is three weeks ago today that I last talked with my Dad, last heard him speak back. That day blurs into that night, and then it was Friday 2:08 am and he was gone. My sister, mom, and I had tracked the evening hours on a paper chart, slipping in soluble morphine and attavan…

When You Feel Like You’re Just Hanging On

It had been hanging by a thread for a while. Silver filament too flimsy for such a pendulous weight. Mark had even warned me. “Jen, are you sure this chain is strong enough?” “It’s fine,” I said, sliding the round silver Courage pendant onto the silver chain. This morning in the dark hours before full…

Transfused Strength, Vitality, and an Unshakable Force for All Your Rough Roads Ahead

It was right past the homeless man with the guitar, and I loved that he was jiving and rocking along to the music. Our homeless gifts bags slid around on the floor at my feet, and I can’t remember if we were able to give him one that day or if the intersection light turned…

A Joy and Peace That Bubbles Up and Pours Over

In relaxing melody, water tumbles in endless waterfalls in the fountain below me. A green and orange recycling truck rumbles buhBUM buh,  buhBUM buh as it stops by our house. Glass knocks against glass. He drives a house or two away. BuhBUM buh, buhBUM buh and then silence with a hum as he exits our…

How Flashes Deep Within the Atom Reflect the Life We’re Hungry For

I’ve been mulling it over — this line I saw recently and can’t remember where.  Mulling it over while dragging sprinkler hoses across hot grass lawns, while driving kids to appointments and swim lessons, and every time I curl up beside family and friends while stretching summer long. Iced coffee cubes crash against condensed glass,…

Of Baby’s Breath, Wedding Lilies, Burial Urns, and Daily Glimpses of God

It rains now. Silver staccato on burnished green leaves; the roads a wet black. And it reminds me of those teens several weeks ago, screeching and huddling under a single umbrella. Their four adult-sized figures spilled out from under the protective rain cover, while Blake yelled good-naturedly, “You’re stealing my umbrella!” My daughter and three…

The Best Way to Radiate Beauty This Prom Season

We walked into the shop and both gasped. Crystal and glass chandeliers hung dotted throughout the store, and jewelry and scarves of every color clustered in carefully-coordinated corners. Morgan headed over to the white silver section of accessories, seeking a studded silver headband. Fake rhinestones sparkled against her dark hair. Photo Credit: Flickr user Janine,…