As I hold this light of practicing connection, it’s terrible. I feel the familiar drag of hiding, but also see the spark of something long ago familiar, like a conscience, on the other side.
As I hold this light of practicing connection, it’s terrible. I feel the familiar drag of hiding, but also see the spark of something long ago familiar, like a conscience, on the other side.
I was trapped. Trapped by gratitude.
First, make elaborate plans for them. Choose them lovingly from the grocery store, imagining the slow drizzles of herb-infused oil over them. Tell yourself that your children will eat them THIS time, because they’ve never tasted the amazing flavors you’re going to cook into them. At home, shove them under the lettuce in the bottom …
Cleaning out the garage sparks realizations of finding a place, good intentions, and growing up.
I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped. I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller. My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine. Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks. I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a …
He leaned in and pointed a finger straight at me. I had been meaning to introduce myself to him for months. You see, my friend has a grown daughter, whom this young man has been dating for a while. He may actually become a future member of their family. So, in our circle of people, …
