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I Missed You

It had been years since she even looked at me. I miss the days when she would depend on me, and put me first in her life. I was just collecting dust like all the other books on her shelf, but the difference is…

March 15, 2020
Adoption Barrenness Grace in the Mundane Motherhood

My Son’s Birth Story

I’ve been around enough pregnant women to know they stress about their birth plan. They make lists, demands, and even do strange rituals in order to ready their bodies, their tribes, and their medical staff for the day of arrival of their babes. Perhaps…

January 28, 2020
Adoption Barrenness Motherhood Poetry

I Met a Boy

I met a boy With skin as soft as silk Even the caramel in my coffee Is wildly jealous of The caramel in his skin. I met a boy. With a voice as loud as thunder And eyes having already beheld So many things…

January 28, 2020
Dreams Musings Poetry Writing

Commonly Uncommon

The common womanIn a common homeWith a common vocationLonging to be known. The common woman In a common town With a common life More lost than she is found. The common woman Is you. The common woman Is me. The common woman With a…

December 12, 2019
Adoption Marriage Ministry Musings Poetry

Father’s Love

Father’s Love.It looks good on you.I see how you draw him close to you,Close enough for himTo hear you breatheBeing calmed as your chestRises and falls,You make it look easy to do.Your smile gives you awayAs you enjoy the coos of his voice,This son…

December 10, 2019
Christian Hedonmism Lament Poetry

Rusty Cans

Remember the game we used to play as kids?The one where you attach strings to old cans,Sending one friend on their way Across the street, across the yard, across the house In hopes you hear their voice through the tattered yarn, The means to…

December 4, 2019
Grief Lament Mental Health Poetry

The Year I Was 31

It started off like any other year. Except without birthday cake and candles. The year I was 31 made me out to be What I never imagined I would become. With fear, regret and shame nipping at my heels As I enter the year…

December 1, 2019