Have you ever had days that are so perfect... I mean, so perfect for you, that you just have to sit down on a sidewalk bench and relax. The two mechanics at the bike shop this morning were so helpful with my brakes and shifting, their shop was so clean they could have been the … Continue reading Mercy.
In my early 20's, after i said the sinner's prayer, I considered myself part of the Family, "Jesus' adopted kid sister" so to speak. Later, when I needed marriage counseling, a southern Baptist minister said I should consider God as my provider. Yet, the idea was difficult to umderstand, how to relate? These were just … Continue reading Role playing Christians
(As we were leaving the truck, to go into the gym) Me: You're good to go in, I got the keys. Rich: You sure do, baby. Me: You know I can drive. R: ... (as he was turning away and closing his door, so I could understand) ... Me: You can drive me as far … Continue reading You got the keys
Fifteen years ago, I was a single mom raising my teenage daughters, trying to make a way in a midwestern city as a glass artist. At the time, ipods were new, and to save money instead of buying songs to load, I checked out random cds from the library, searching for new tunes. I … Continue reading Keep it Simple
Headquarters was a tree fort and a look-out tucked in a ravine on the undeveloped side of the neighborhood, the world of How ‘bout… “What do you wanna do now?” “How ‘bout the fort? “Nah, too hot.” Two months of accumulated scrap two-by-fours, nails, and even a stack of pilfered plywood covered the old sagging … Continue reading Taming the Sun, The Value of Scrap Mettle (part 3)
Catholic authority had soaked into my essence, influencing my world from all sides: Mom, my older brother, School, Creation itself taught me I was second, and guilty just for existing. I was the good Catholic girl though, and even had a hard time cussing. If I practiced to myself, f-k, the sound of my own … Continue reading Taming the Sun, The Value of Scrap Mettle (part 2)
Memories of what it felt like before Traumatic Brain Injury are a clear breath of spring air, the feeling of when I felt sure of the world is a touch mythical. They surface bittersweet, slightly nostalgic of a stolen life. “Dad” was more of a presence than a parent before he died, as he rarely spoke … Continue reading Taming the Sun, The Value of Scrap Mettle, (part 1)