About a month ago, I finished reading Alice Hoffman's The Dovekeepers. I was riveted by this tale of four indomitable women, who were bound together through loss during the Roman siege of Masada. Women, who under different circumstances would have ostracized one another, instead protected one another. For me, the beauty of this historical fiction was in … Continue reading Thank you is not enough, but thank you.
An elderly woman was sitting quietly at a small table. Her thinning, snow-white hair was perfectly coiffed, her face was tastefully made up, and her pantsuit had been meticulously pieced together. Her hands shook ever so slightly as she methodically broke off pieces from a hefty glazed donut and chewed carefully. As I sat myself in the … Continue reading Never Forget
Every morning on the way to school, my little love and I say our "good morning" prayer. As we drive, I say a little prayer for a day filled with safety, love, and gratitude. Then my sweet girl says her prayer. This morning she remained quiet after I finished, so I turned up the radio … Continue reading Good Morning Prayers
Sunday was an overcast and humid day. Looming rain clouds threatened to dump cascades of water on us at any moment. The trail on which we ran was quiet, the water beside us was peaceful. We pointed out turtles to each other and the brilliance of what little sun there was reflecting on the water. … Continue reading Fourteen Miles
Seventeen. At seventeen I was planning my future. There were college visits, graduation parties, and drill team banquets. I was blessed with an infinite amount of love and support from my family. I was safe and secure, with nothing to fear. At seventeen, I was just a girl, eager for the endless opportunities before me. At seventeen Maria was … Continue reading Numbers
My little person came sprinting into the bathroom, a place where I have known no privacy for nearly five years, waving a pair of little mermaid underwear at me through the shower door. "Mommy! I want to bring these to school in case I have an accident and need to change!" Now she doesn't normally … Continue reading How Many Chones Are You Wearing?
My little person woke up this morning singing Katy Perry's Roar. I thought it was hilarious. I don't know what inspired her to open her eyes to the world belting out "cause I am the champion, and you're gonna hear me roar" with all of the vibrato that she could muster, but I felt that it was … Continue reading Just Shake Off That Bad Blood