Resilience

Change can be a good thing if you allow it to be.

Acceptance

Mom told me that you will always worry over one of your children more than the other. It’s not a difficult thing to understand–that one of your children will require more nurturing or perhaps more encouragement than the other. But like so many things, that comment means more to me now I’m a mom. My…

Village

My hands approach the keyboard with a caution unfamiliar to them. I often write about personal things involving only me. To write about something that involves the lives of others adds a layer of responsibility that I’ve not had before. I find myself reticent. Careful. But writing is how I express myself. It is how…

Family

I’m told you should never forget where you come from. That sounds like good advice, but I’ve always struggled with this because it seems nonsensical to me. I’m not sure I could forget my beginnings. It’s woven into my memories and helps to define who I am. My fears, motivations, and perspectives are rooted in…

Grace

Grace is one of those words I struggle to define. It’s grown to mean more than just elegance or poise in my opinion. It’s a word that I’d use to describe a woman, never a man, and this distinction intrigues me. A man can have finesse, but that’s not the same thing as grace.  To my mother,…

Mosaic

Headlines are overly sensational. I suppose they have to be, but I wonder what the headlines read like in the days of the herald. We are living in Orwellian times. Governments spy on us. The truth has leaked, and it’s up to us if we want to do anything about it. Yet, I wonder if we’ll do…

Observe. Accept. Release.

As a parent you need a village of support. I now understand why families remain in the same town all their lives and why the prodigal son is such a powerful tale. Parenting is a transition period, and sometimes the person you grow into is not someone you’d ever thought you’d become. I have a…

Reinhardt

I met a man named Reinhardt on my way home from the playground this morning. He walked up beside me and said that I looked happy. I was wearing a smile. “You look at peace with motherhood, confident,” he said. I had to laugh. He caught me on a morning when I had slept well…