Little Black Dress

I spent the morning trying on black dresses in preparation for a funeral I don’t have details for yet. The pending service is for a 35-year old woman I’ve known for 10 years. As I pulled a zipper here and adjusted a waistline there, all I could think about were those numbers. My mind drifted…

Taste and See

I’ve been putting thoughts to pen and paper as opposed to filling the internet with more words lately. I haven’t wrestled with why, but I have a hunch. My spiritual curiosity is growing, unexplainable things are transpiring, and all of it is leaving me in awe. I’m just not sure how to translate that into…

Reading, Thinking, Dreaming

The last day of an extended holiday weekend went exactly as planned. I spent the morning in the backyard under a canopy of green, finishing Beyond the Point by Claire Gibson. Moving to the front patio, I put our rocking chairs to use while starting Hillbilly Elegy by J.D. Vance. Just as I’d embarked on…

I’M Possible

I recently witnessed one of my favorite authors experience some professional setbacks and disappointments. After wallowing for awhile, her colleague asked her, “what does this make possible?” It’s easier said than done. Isn’t it? There’s a note on my desk that mocks me: Create more. Consume less. I haven’t felt much like writing lately. I…

Be Still & Know

I am married to a TV guy. He literally works in video so his love of moving pictures comes as no shock. He even loves the news. And very large, very expensive televisions. I had to put my foot down with the 65″ hanging on our living room wall. [Sidenote: I just yelled downstairs to…

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

When I was younger, there was a series of Saturday night shows on the Nickelodeon channel branded as SNICK. It kicked off with the R.L. Stine-inspired campfire story show, Are You Afraid of the Dark? I loved the unexplained mysteries and the way the storytellers portrayed bumps in the night. I may or may not have planned…

Spanning Decades

My office is a short commute from where I live… approximately 15 steps upstairs. It was one of the first things that drew us to this house: separate workspaces for both my husband and myself, plus extra room for guests. There are days when I stop to drink it all in. I am doing what…

Who Needs a Map?

“The lies still come. Sometimes they are a whisper when I am walking onto a stage, sometimes they are a quick cut when I see a picture of myself, and other times, they scream. They scream in a way I cannot describe – they are constant and vulgar and violently unkind. And when the lies…

Thief of Joy

Often times my mind will drift to things my younger self has said or done. Some memories make me giggle, reminding me that the same silly sense of humor exists, however deep inside. Other times, I cringe. Who knows why we do the things we do? Words have always come fairly easy for me. I…

Growing Pains

Do you remember the worst pain you’ve ever felt? Eight years ago, I opened my eyes in the comfort of my bed and felt something very wrong. My elbows were sore, my knees were stiff, and I couldn’t move my fingers. Later that day, my shoulders started aching and my wrists swelled. In less than…