Posted on April 4, 2020
plastic tubs hauled out of the car
I’m pleased with the new buddleja, caladium and pentas
for which I trolled the garden center
finding secrets from a treasure hunt
can’t wait to get them in the ground
to see what grows, what blossoms
what will take root and become a feature
a fixture, a remember when I planted that?
Posted on February 22, 2020
“Jesus loves me, this I know / For the Bible tells me so.” So we used to sing in Sunday School. But I didn’t feel like a well-loved child because of how I was raised.
I never really realized how wrong my childhood was until I became a parent myself. . .
“How do I know what my issues are?”
Our teacher looked dumbfounded. My perfectly innocent question seemed to stump her. It was 2004, and my husband, Keith, and I were in training to be lay counselors and support group leaders in our church…
Posted on January 11, 2020
“You’re about to lose that diamond,” said the jeweler conversationally. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I had come in to have another ring resized. She just happened to see that two of the prongs on my wedding ring had worn completely off the top, and the others were dangerously thin.
Posted on January 1, 2020
I wrote that “For Celeste” poem in 2012 when I was in the middle of a health crisis that had set me on a path of desperately seeking a new way of living, a new way of understanding and treating myself, and deeper healing of the trauma and deprivation of my childhood. I had been […]