Learning surrender in motherhood & family
I watch as tendrils of a future spider's home waft through the air, by the hundreds, down towards me. When we moved here, the number of spiders and bugs seemed like a cruelty. It actually used to make me angry. How could a single place on earth be so filled with spiders? It would make … Continue reading The Blind Woman
In the first grade, I brought home a sheet of paper that my mom raved about. It was the usual first grader-fare: stick figure drawings on the top portion, lazily basking under a long-fingered sun. This masterpiece followed by boxy scrawled letters on the 1-inch red and blue lines below. Mrs. Nunn, a teacher I … Continue reading Messages
The whir of the refrigerator fills the white-walled space with noise. I am sitting alone in our new home, a luxury few and far between at this phase of my life (one filled with small fingerprints echoing throughout my home). From my nestled space on the couch, I witness the green of oak swaying in … Continue reading Contemplation
Jess and The Fiat 