I want to keep my hands busy and create something, anything. I want them to work like a spider creates a web and cast a net of protection across everyone I love. I'm safe and yet I can't help but think of my neighbors, my friends, and even the strangers who sought water along with… Continue reading How to survive a hurricane
With sweaty palms and joy, I'm excited to announce that I'm finally launching my etsy shop! You are the first to know--not because I am trying to sell you anything (and I truly am not, and I also promise not to use this blog to promote the shop beyond sharing today's news!)--but because this is as much yours to celebrate as mine.
That's what I saw outside my bedroom window this morning. I think there were probably more, but the flock flew away before I could finish counting! I then crawled back into bed to hopefully sleep off the bug that is making the rounds. I'm up finally, feeling much better, and my Fitbit says I slept… Continue reading Sixteen robins.
The neighbor's pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The large crew of workers cheered when the tree came crashing down but I stood and cried. Oh I had plans, all internal mind you, to talk to our neighbors about my their tree. They told… Continue reading The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)
When a male painted bunting feels threatened it sings out a loud, clear, beautiful song from its perch, all the while dazzling in a bold palette of red, blue, green and yellow. You can do this too. When facing darkness and fear, dare to show your bold colors and sing your beautiful song. Sing it into the void. Pierce… Continue reading Be like the Painted Bunting
1. My three-year old calls ginger ale "gingerbread" soda. 2. I painted a bird. 3. A whopping 20,000 people have donated to Planned Parenthood in Mike Pence's name. You may now carry on with your Thursday.
I have drafts in my head that I want to put on page but instead I'm painting so the words will have to wait just a bit longer. Things are brewing. Not coffee of course. Welp. I made it three hours into the morning and legitimately thought about throwing in the towel. That is how… Continue reading Things are brewing (but not coffee)
This was a morning I did not want to get out of bed. Not even to write. Not even to stick my nose in the can of Cafe Bustelo! (That is highly, highly unusual.) I eventually got out of bed. I had to—the little girl needed to get dressed and fed and cajoled into getting her… Continue reading Bird Songs
I have a confession: I didn't fully believe my mourning birds. I'm talking about the birds behind this blog. The birds that came to me and were like, hey, Poppins! HELLO. And I was like, Hi? And they were like, We are your blog's omen. (Who knew blogs had omens.) So, I looked it up. Mourning… Continue reading Hello From the Other Side
I thought I'd take a moment to welcome you and to share a little bit about why I started Mourning Dove Motherhood. The real reason sounds slightly crazy, but it is the truth, and I'm a truth-teller. So here it is. The seeds of this blog came about on the first anniversary of losing my… Continue reading Why I Started this Blog