on grief and the changing of the seasons
And when did winter end?
In the Waiting, I Sing
That’s why stories hit children so hard.
I Was Wrong About My Snake Plant
Marla was making her way in the world.
“All grown-ups were once children. But only few of them remember it.”
These exchanges are, in my experience, among the most animated, delight-ridden; for a moment, a spirit of childlike wonder reawakens inside us as we remember what it was like to experience the story for the first time.
Confessions of an English Major
I believe in small changes that add up over time.
Empty Snack Boxes in Advent
The waiting and work we put in make the outcome sweet.
sit for moment
“I don’t have my keys,” I told Luke.
you exist within the context
When my dad first suggested the trip, I’m sure I rolled my eyes—why did every family trip have to be so educational?
The Morning Glare
Do you feel it? It’s blinding.
A Meandering Spirit
It was a relief to set aside my to-do list to just be.
