When the rug gets pulled out from under you due to life’s ups and downs you find yourself falling. How you land isn’t even up to you it feels. On your back, butt, knees or maybe… on your face. These are times of re-defining. Who you are. Your purpose. Your foundation. Change. Growth. Not God … Continue reading Faces

“Are you in labor? Because you’re 5 cm.” my doctor asks me. “Only from 2 to 5 in the morning.” I reply. “Excuse me?” he says. “I have contractions from 2 to 5 every morning. I pace, I breathe, then they quit…just in time for my 2 toddlers to awake.” I say. And it was … Continue reading Let’s Do This

There are some things about living in a small town that are priceless. I went to the community pool today, just me and my jazz. It is only the second time since we have lived here that I have been to this pool. I cracked open a new book and got set for a couple … Continue reading Summer Vacation (A must-read for teachers)

Walking in the moonlight is so different from a day hike. It is more of a stroll really. No training speed here, because in reality, I am there to experience it. Sights. Sounds. All of it blends to create the night-song. Just after dusk while the sky is still gray, but not yet black I … Continue reading Night-Song

Diamonds are formed under pressure they say. I think that any pressure that causes a black lump of coal to turn clear must be extreme to say the least. And I wonder if the coal feels like it will implode in the process, or be squished until it disappears and there is nothing left. Ultimately, … Continue reading Diamonds

A rock falls in the water. The ripples move outwardly. They continue on until interrupted, either by more ripples or the shore. Overlapping currents send even more swells in differing directions. Soon the calm surface is covered with ripples each moving in its own way, touching and creating a design of concentric, overlapping circles. They … Continue reading Ripples on a Pond

There is something about being from the south that causes me to want to move slowly in the summertime. Maybe it’s the heat, or the fact that school is out but whatever the reason, it feels like syrup is moving in my veins. (Come to think of it, maybe it’s the sweet tea.) It is … Continue reading Porch Friends

When I was a girl, my dad used to take us for Jeep rides. Many of you will remember the jeep, as well as the rides that earned it the nickname “Super Jeep.” It was a green sixty-something army jeep with a black soft top and removable doors. The back had two bench seats on … Continue reading Jeep Rides

Does anyone else out there need some perspective? I don’t know about you, but I am experiencing pressure from every side. It is as if I am treading water, I am exhausted, and I see no help in sight. My nose is just above the water and I am wondering when will my rescue come? … Continue reading Perspective

I found this description of women writers in a book Hannah brought me from Africa. It is a collection of short stories written by women from all over the continent. I know that African women do not experience the freedoms that women in America have, so I know that writing for them must be an … Continue reading Writing