Palm tree, meet Baptist. Baptist, meet fallen palm tree.
4:02 a.m. Child climbs into bed with me. Husband is blissfully asleep in guest bed "getting over a the stomach flu." Please, you know he is psychic and predicted this event transpiring. 4 y.o.: "It is dark!" Me: "Yes Z, it is the middle of the night." 4yo: "I AM THE CHEESE MONSTER!" Me: perplexed. Laughs. [READ MORE]
Yesterday I did something that made my palms sweat and my heart race. I shared my story (the one I told you about yesterday)...publicly on Facebook. With my FRIENDS. AND. FAMILY. I know. Can you even believe this? If you are anything like my sister you are laughing a little. My sister is the yin to my… Continue reading Sweaty Palms and…Joy?
This urgency to give voice. A story that demands to be told. In spite of fear, in spite of taboo, in spite of expectations and rationality and questions. In spite of it all. A story whose time has come. Whose story. Because it has a life of its own. It breathes. It carries memory. It… Continue reading Voice