The Offering. (A poem about our words being an offering)

I have always known that words have power to disappoint and even threaten. They so often offend and injure, colliding with others perceptions of me, of themselves, of life together in this messy place. And words heal, offered as a rich confession that brings one to the edge of truth and back again to our plain old…

Just Make the Salsa: Living without Fear

A response to a Blackhawk’s Sermon.  A part of my Be Real Series. Do one thing every day that scares you!  — Eleanor Roosevelt f.e.a.r. The strangest things scare me. I was not afraid to become a mother. But almost every day I am afraid of being a mother who messes up her kids beyond repair.  I am…

When I’m thin, I’ll …

This is me in Honolulu, about five years ago or six or seven …  With my good soul mate and friend Junko and her son.  I put it here, because I was probably 25 pounds thinner and I thought at that time I was fat.  Just goes to show…. I just found myself writing on…