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The Half Way Point

Gryffin will turn 8 in a few days.  He was born just after the Beijing Olympics and just before Barack Obama became president of the United States.  It was the year of the financial crisis. The year when Nelson Mandela turned 90, Facebook… Continue Reading →

Back to the Drawing Board

Rising Strong? Summer has come and gone, one of my ghost writing projects is wrapping up, and it’s time to try again.  After an unsuccessful run at finding an agent and/or publisher for my novel earlier this year I took a… Continue Reading →

Heaven & Hope in the High 5 Line

A few years ago when I was still working as a birth doula, I had a client who was in the throes of labor and having a pretty rough go of it.  She was nearing what’s called “transition,” which is… Continue Reading →

Camping 2016

The RoundUp Well, that’s a wrap, folks.  The boys went back to school last week and Fall is fast upon us. When we talk about the Summer, all four of us talk about the camping.  That’s the main thing we… Continue Reading →


A poem to meditate on this weekend.  I like the imagery in this poem so much.  We have a pond behind our house and there aren’t any oaks but I especially enjoy all the birds and ducks it brings to… Continue Reading →

Rob Bell, Richard Rohr & the benevolent universe

Much to my husband’s delight, I have finally jumped on the podcast train. Late the the party, as always, but whatever, I’m riding the rails now. I listened to 3 yesterday.  Two on what it would look like to read… Continue Reading →

Secretary Desk Before & After

I am so over this desk.  I picked it up for free after seeing it posted on Nextdoor and thought it would be a challenging DIY.  I’d take my time with it, I told myself.  Move slow.  No big deal. Well…. Continue Reading →

Unseeing Eyes

A few weeks ago I read this prayer by John Baillie.  He was a professor of divinity at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland and this prayer is found in A Diary of Private Prayer (1949). Creator Spirit, who broodest everlastingly over… Continue Reading →

Black People Don’t…

This past weekend we were camping.  Out of cell range, up in the woods, away-from-it-all camping.  And on July 3rd, just after the sun started to sink low behind the mountain, some shots rang out up the road.  We chalked… Continue Reading →

Further Still

Fiction A bit of a departure from what I typically post here. I entered this in a short story contest last month.  It’s a revised version of the first chapter of the novel I wrote last year. The day my… Continue Reading →

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