With small pangs of heartbreak, I allowed him to turn 6-years-old. Twice that day he leaned close and whispered: I’m six. He’s trying it on. He’s turning, we’re all turning; officially exiting “Chapter of the Small Child.” (sigh) We’ve spent a lot of time here. Years ago, when I tossed my graduation cap high in [...]
Steve Jobs died. And a few days after that, I wept as I drove home from Tennessee. Because of Steve Jobs? Not exactly…but sort of. I’d just started down the long gravel drive, my parents waving in the rearview mirror, shouting their love…and suddenly all these years of being alive here together were also disappearing [...]
I heard the front door close behind him before I was even out of bed. I’d overslept. Now I’m slurping coffee and lighting candles, reading from the One Year Bible. Sizzling sausage. This is the tranquil intro. Tapping out a bass line in email responses. I can hear the rushing water of the shower upstairs [...]
And by “she,” I mean me. Or I. Whatever. That’s the point. I’m turning less young this week, and I’ve been learning…slowly..painfully slowly… the art of letting my SELF…go. Before I ever again look at a woman and think “sad how she’s let herself go,” I’m going to lean in (which, granted, might cause her [...]
I didn’t grow up with my hands in the dirt. I never planted anything in any of the yards of any of the houses we called home over those years. It was Grandma, who lived with us, who set roses in the beds. Grandma on her knees in the same old paint-stained brown jeans she [...]
I’ve been thinking about you… You waking with anxiety, curling up at night with anxiety, and carrying her wrapped around your middle like a boa constrictor. Squeezing out life with not enough time, not enough talent, not enough money, not enough friends, not enough… I know it personally. The pet who continually tears up your furniture [...]
The Line Who’s to say why a modern girl Should be so moved By socks on a line, Bath towels damp and clothespinned, Dancing like old friends on a parquet floor Swinging like children on rusty monkey bars ———– Who will unfold the reasons She opens inside out At the sight of a white polyester [...]
…writing in Costa Rica, a poem… The plaza surrounds the cathedral With concrete pavers Boys on skateboards sliding across space and time Brown-skinned mamas, babies in slings Trucks and vegetable vendors, holding out dirty nails and strands of garlic Laughing exchanges between old men These towns are built from the inside out Beginning with la [...]
Dear Friends, I haven’t really found a clever way to share this bit of news. Something will probably occur to me right after I click “Post.” :) In just over two weeks – 24 hours after returning home from our last Christmas concert- Toby and I are taking the kids and heading down to Central [...]
It wasn’t entirely selfless. Obviously, I enjoy food, friends, music-making and a great speaker as much as the next girl. Nicole and I had been talking for a while about how amazing it would be to invite a bunch of chicas to get together for some sort of retreat, create our own event, including–but not [...]
