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The Infinite Gain of Giving

In the longing in the foretaste comes the telling of mind and heart that ourselves are not a waste when self ends and God doest start. -Carolyn Weber Early in marriage and motherhood I had a consistent–albeit hidden–fear that the endless repetition of homemaking would squeeze out who I was. I thought that my writing […]

Quotidian Clarity: A Poem

It is not a room of my ownI am missing.But an offering,that opensmyself as homeFrom cozy wombto warm embrace.grow, nourish, careIt is nottearing outyellow wallpaperBut seeingtendrils of lifein dishes and laundry and lunchFrom filling what is empty,to giving rest and belonging.love, love, loveIt is not escape,shattered glass,nor caged bird freeBut buildinga place of hope and […]

Birthday: A Poem for Those Who Never Had One

It’s my birthday today.33 years ago, my mother choseLife.Not so forOne million, three hundredseventy-one thousand,two hundred eighty-fiveOthers that year. I made itFrom clump of cellsto person.That [fabricated] line of“You’re nothing” to“You matter”.They didn’t. I grieve for Wombs turned tombs.I hope in the oneWho went in to bothTo offer life to Murderers and murdered Alike.

Light and Words and All We Would Forget

I think about words often. In writing, word choice is crucial. Quality writing exists when precise and clear language is used, it is what makes a piece understandable and beautiful. But it seems a growing trend to praise words that are merely pretty adornments for dangerous ideas, to take emotive pleasure with very little thought […]

Welcome to Wonderland…You Don’t Belong Here

The modern world is insane, not so much because it admits the abnormal as because it cannot recover the normal.G.K. Chesterton Our modern world finds itself in a truth conundrum. Trapped between reality and autonomy, unable to move forward without a blow to pride or sinking into further delusion.  The mess of irrational truth claims […]