It felt like I didn’t breathe for several minutes as I stood there, my head dripping suds of shampoo. I slipped to the floor of the shower, hot water running down the top of my head and forming into little droplets on my eyelashes and nose. It mixed. The tears. The snot. The water. I …
Journey Alongside
Something about Spring's teasing charm reminds me of the blossoms on the bushes outside my college apartment building. In my memories, I can feel the warmth of the asphalt on my bare feet, heading to the soccer field to study. And in remembering, I realize that small parts of me are held by those people …
Breaking Bread with Doughnuts
Today, at Sunday church, we broke bread and remembered.And I remembered the way my bare feet felt against the warm asphalt, swinging my sandals in my left hand, barely nineteen in a floral skirt. We walked to church and wore no shoes simply because we could—because the cooler breeze somehow mixed with the leftover summer …
The things that bind us together
"You all look the same," said the sweet voice looking over my shoulder. She wore the smile of a mother, lines forming around her lit up eyes---lines that told the world the story of her life. She was right. A little less awkward and a little more sure of ourselves, but mostly---the same. Eyes. Smile. …
Muffin Monday
The house is empty this morning. A silent sanctuary for my thoughts. I am blessed enough to be able to stand barefoot in my kitchen and bake. Toes freeze against the cold, tile floor. Etta James provides a melody to which my hips sway. I am reflecting on a period of my life that has come and …
