Thoughts on faith in childhood vs. adulthood — When we were children, they told us to dream big and chase the impossible. Then we reached a certain age, and they made us put our dreams and toys away and asked us to be practical. When we were young, we thought the grown-ups were the free ones — they…

A love poem — I want to be your favorite shirt. Not the shirt you wear like a mask to all those starched stiff occasions in life where you feel like a person playing the part of yourself as an adult. I want to be that super soft cotton shirt — the one you…

A poem for farewells — Goodbyes are like sunsets — A spectrum of senses and sentiments. Some are unassuming; We don’t pay them much mind. Without great ceremony, They move us from daylight to nighttime. We don’t photograph them or make many remarks. We simply allow them to casually carry us to the dark. Some…

When death shrouds Mother’s Day — I thought I’d be better at this by now — missing her. Some years it’s not as bad. Other years it feels unbearable. Time has helped, but time also hurts. The loss grows less foreign each year. But each year also carries me further away from her. When my mother…

Three short pieces on grief, depression & joy — Happiness Takes Courage Happiness takes courage. You have to be brave to surrender to joy. When every molecule of your being has been mourning — when loss has permeated and ruptured your heart — you must be dauntless to pursue mirth. You must find great multitudes of grace to forgive yourself for forgetting…

Two short pieces on spring’s precipitation — Rain Is an Invitation Rain quenches the thirst of the earth. Falling like promises. Drenching the dirt. Rain is an invitation to play. To jump in puddles. To leap. To wade. Rain is like a second chance. Cleansing every surface. Making life fresh. Rainy days make space for turning within. They invite deep thoughts. …

“I’m open. God, show me how good it can get.” — God, show me how good it can get if I put my trust in you instead of in my plans. Show me how good it can get if I worry less — much less. Show me how good it can get if I don’t try to change anyone or judge…

Wishing I Could Visit the Past — Sometimes I wish I could go back in time — jump on a plane and visit the past like I visit Grenada or Paris. It’s not so much that I have regrets. I just want to be better immersed in my own network of history. There are so many moments…

Thoughts on the blessings and burdens of life — It’s good to be alive, but it is also hard at times and scary. There is so much beauty and so much to love, but that means there is much vulnerable to destruction and much it will hurt to lose. It is good to be alive, but it is also…