An Imprinting of Love: How to Be Gentle With Your Kids and Yourself (at the Spiritual Parent)

I was nine when we moved from our small New England town to the suburban sprawl of Colorado Springs. Everything was bigger there. The houses, the churches, the mountains, somehow even God was larger, more real, more present. Christianity had been an important part of our family culture before, but now it took center stage.Continue reading “An Imprinting of Love: How to Be Gentle With Your Kids and Yourself (at the Spiritual Parent)”

Mom, am I too big?

It’s a familiar routine. I sit cross legged on the pink shag rug in Evelyn’s room, trying to coax her out of her clothes and into pj’s. She resists, frantically emptying every last thought from her head before the door is closed and she is left alone with her thoughts all night. There’s always aContinue reading “Mom, am I too big?”

a love letter to my large, soft, magnificent body

Hi there. I forget you are me, sometimes. The other day I was listening to one of my favorite therapists/podcasters talk about embodiment and how easily we separate our consciousness from the bodies we inhabit. What a fascinating idea, I thought. Until this moment I wasn’t aware there was any other way to exist! TheContinue reading “a love letter to my large, soft, magnificent body”

Can anything good come out of Honduras? Come and see.

In those days there was great violence in all the world, violence that drove families from their homes in fear for their children’s lives. It came to pass that many of these families were fleeing together in a caravan, bravely crossing a continent on foot in pursuit of safety for their children. JosĂ©, a skilledContinue reading “Can anything good come out of Honduras? Come and see.”

Thanksgiving, a practice of gratitude and grief

We are watching the parade this morning, snuggled up all cozy on our couch while the cinnamon rolls rise in the oven. The announcer wears big fuzzy ear muffs, sitting at a desk covered in flowers. She flashes a brilliantly white smile and says “Friends, family, love. That’s what thanksgiving is all about. A timeContinue reading “Thanksgiving, a practice of gratitude and grief”

let them lead us

We waited nearly an hour fidgeting with phones rehearsing answers wearily at attention to the future While we inched forward the children wasted no time organizing themselves learning names and giggling games I wondered what they thought of us (probably nothing) civically queuing to solve the BIG PROBLEMS with one silent push of a buttonContinue reading “let them lead us”

bullets, break ins, and learning to tell a better story

A few nights ago, sometime after midnight, Drew shook me awake. I opened my eyes to see him crouched down, peering through the curtains. “Did you hear those gun shots?” Soberly, we watched as police cars arrived. “You’re sure you locked the doors?” I asked. “Of course,” he said. We laid there in the darkContinue reading “bullets, break ins, and learning to tell a better story”

curiosity in the face of fear

I grew up in an conservative christian community, proudly intolerant of all outsiders. From a young age I learned to look at these “others” with a mix of fear and pity – fear that their “lifestyles” would infect mine if given the slightest chance, pity that they were so committed to their hell-bound “worldly” ways.Continue reading “curiosity in the face of fear”

what does she call herself

I’ve been trying to muster the confidence to tell people that I’m a writer. I feel like such a phony even typing that sentence – a little kid playing dress up in her mother’s clothes. Pretending. Wishful thinking. The last English class I took was in high school. I have no formal training. Nothing published.Continue reading “what does she call herself”