Stop Being Afraid: A letter to Us All

This will be short, a letter to the Artist inside us all but especially to me, and the Artist that I’ve been afraid to become. I’ve been thinking. I’m electrified with the current state of affairs, I know how lucky I am to have space even a few hours every day to make art. I’ve…

Free To Love One Another or Afraid to be Free?

“if you loved me you’d let me die…” I went with a reluctant, heavy expectation to the Maundy Thursday service. My child’s words ringing in my ears.  My need was great. It hit me, sitting there.  I was in the middle of the Community of God, but felt utterly alone.  And it was all my fault. For I have…

{on feeling the crazies and hoping, still}

some days just are. crazy that is, when you wonder how to catch your breath.  and realize in a shocking moment that you may not be taking in h20.  and yet miraculously you’re still alive. panic, dread and fear threaten to consume. some internal, perfectionist voice screaming: this can’t be right? how can parenting be so hard?…

The big man. The little woman. And the Fall. [A Poem]

Today I read in the New York Times  about how little men are threatened by their [more successful] women. Significant or otherwise, he doesn’t want her to pay for dinner. Or drive him here or there.  He insists on opening the door. A pretense as he drinks to her, because she pays for their sweet vacation and the fancy car he drives….