the book(s)

This post has been written nearly ten times now. I write, and then I delete. I write, and then I tear up. I write, and then I watch the second half of Bring It On on TBS. And when it ends and comes on again, I watch the first half that I missed. And then I google...

a choice on a tuesday

What if, just for one day, we decided to act from a place of settled acceptance? For one day, what if we dared not bring to mind the rejection of the past, the insecurity of our present, the anxiety over our future? I have been wondering lately what that day would...

the writing chair

That black chair right there is where I write. It is my seat at our kitchen table. I have a built-in desk in our laundry room that I thought, when we moved into this house, would be where I would write. But I always end up here, at the kitchen table. It has gotten to...

the magical world of Disney

We just got back from Disney World. I didn’t tell you how soon we were going because of all the robbers and arsonists out there who read my blog and may have targeted my house while we were gone. So thanks, faithful-reader-thief, for not stealing my laptop while...