Channeling Ginger Rogers

I’ve read the Christmas story in the book of Matthew at least a dozen times—too many times, maybe. I mumble… Read more Channeling Ginger Rogers

Mama said, part 7

“Starving kids in Africa would love that pork chop,” my mom stated, twirling her spaghetti around her fork. I rolled… Read more Mama said, part 7

Tuesday didn’t seem extraordinary in any way. I woke up to the sound of my baby calling for Daddy.… Read more The life I always wanted

I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. Even as a little girl in the back of… Read more Red lights

First time I had sex, I was raped. First marriage failed. First gymnastics meet, I dislocated my elbow. First job… Read more First

I feel like Captain Hook every day. I hear the tick tock of an invisible clock, and at times, it’s… Read more Drowning the crocodile

Life is incredibly short. I was reminded of this yesterday when my husband learned that a friend of his from… Read more Setting down the bucket

It’s hard to resist the temptation to listen to the Sirens of the past. In fact, living in the moment… Read more What I’m listening to

Tonight I got the news that my stepmom died after spending weeks in a coma. I feel a weight on… Read more Can these dry bones live?