Some days my life is reduced to a pile of tiny clothing, and all of it is inside-out. It will take me hours, I am certain, to pull all of these sleeves back through themselves, to flip a thousand tiny neck holes back through a thousand tiny waist holes. On…
I was just a few weeks pregnant in this picture with my second son and I felt boundless, eternal, as if being pulled by my own private star. I kissed my toddler good night and held him, we held him — his inevitable sibling and me. I put on a…
Last year, I joined a Facebook group for Seattle backyard gardeners. It was completely aspirational. We recently moved, and for the first time in my life I’ve become responsible for a small square of yard. …
Tonight I took a bath with three stray plastic balls, the kind you use for ball pits. They weigh, altogether, about as much as a penny, but I was too tired to take them out. I watched them float aimlessly together from one corner of the tub to the other…
Today, like so many millions of people around the world, my family celebrated Palm Sunday under quarantine. Of all the tiny griefs of the pandemic, knowing I wouldn’t be able to attend Holy Week services at my church has been an especially achey one for me. Holy Week is the…
“In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God.” John 1:1
“No one’s perfect/But no one’s worthless/We ain’t deserving everything heaven and earth is/But word is good.” -Zacari, “Paramedic!”
Lately, my almost two-year-old has been running away from me at full speed, sometimes toward the road, other times toward a cliff. As I bolt after him, occasionally injuring myself as I twist an ankle or throw myself down a hill to grab him, I can hear him yelling to…
