Wailing Wall
Grief isn’t soft tears in a corner. It isn’t damp tissues, twisted into bits and pieces, stuffed into the pocket of your “funeral outfit”, bookended …
Motherhood
It Gets Dark So Early These Days
I remember
light
and power
when my children were born.
Cosmic glow unfurling from heaven into my waiting arms.
Smoldering…the fiery work of motherhood
Tonight, I held my 10 year old daughter as she sobbed in my arms. Her long legs and strong arms wrapped around me as she …