remember to look up

our faces shine like moses’ and we meet God in the call of the eagle wild in the straggle of pine and spruce and the step of foot breaking frozen path”remember to look up” he would tell me, my husband back home to his wife who watches her shoes, so i...

Guest Post from Deb @ TALK AT THE TABLE

(friends… i’m in the mountains now, surrounded by your humbling prayers for my mother and finding myself silenced. in this silence, deb emerges, bird winged high, and she writes this prose and i share it with you… may God ‘wrap around...

my mother never knew she could dance

sometimes i see the little girl in her, the one that wanted to be a ballerina but shy stepped away for the mean of the others, the ones who called her elephant and made her tug on her leotard and wish for a mother who would hug her and make the awful disapper but her...

falling over for the laugh

he smiles so big he falls over, my son.i used to fall over from a belly laugh. these days it’s all washing and folding and typing and cooking and using time wisely and falling over would be a waste of time, wouldn’t it?but he assures me laughing would be...