I can’t feel my arm; it’s bent around the headrest behind me to hold your hand as you fall asleep. Your tiny fingers use mine to rub your eyes and fight for comfort. But in the mirror I see …
Perfectly Broken and Whole
While growing up, through a series of explicit and implicit messages, I believed “order” was necessary to be accepted, chosen and loved. In other words, I needed to be perfect. I couldn’t change the freckles on my skin (which I …
Silent Night
Now a few years removed from those early infant stages, it seems barely real; how I functioned through the bleary days after no sleep – night after night – pacing the floor alone with baby while the rest of the …
Wholeness, in Parts
I texted a group of mom friends this question: During the crazy holiday season, how do you create peace and wholeness – shalom – for your family? One mom responded that she needed some time to think about it and …