by Emily Wierenga | Aug 10, 2011 | Uncategorized
i rise weary in the night with the moon-mother in her white shawl and together we lift baby to breast and feed on the old rocking chair, the one my grandmother used to use. it creaks with the sway of my hips and baby’s jaws move and swallow and i think of my... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
his hands–the ones that hold me in the dark and press palms against pain and fold nightly into prayer–these hands make carrot cake from scratch for my birthday. and they’ve never looked so beautiful. and i know it’s his way of saying i wish i... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 5, 2011 | Uncategorized
(today i’d like to welcome my friend, jen, from finding heaven… here, she talks about the color of grace…)For most of my life, I have lived in a world that is only black and white, where there is north or south, yes or no, here or there, right or... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 3, 2011 | Uncategorized
and then there are days when you weep for the unraveling. clothesline an endless line of diapers and baby sleepers and you and your husband in an argument about how to properly pin a shirt and your son falls on baby and it takes everything in you to keep your voice... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 2, 2011 | Uncategorized
we never talked about things like the birds and the bees or why the sky was blue or what was making me hurt so badly i couldn’t eat, but my father would sing to me, at night, especially when storms thundered the skies and i’ll always remember his voice,...