Shine On
The cards are a tiny breeze across embers, inspiring flames: one note becomes another, one remembrance becomes another. One person feels seen and shines their light on someone else: “I see you.”
How I Celebrate
But perhaps these quiet acts—remembering, hoping, praying, and choosing love over despair—can cast as much light into the world as a truckload of fireworks.
Threads
how comforting it is to think about what our children and others will carry forward from their experience with us. The threads they’ll pull into their future, threads that weave deep into our histories.
What We Say in Our Head
What makes you simultaneously cringe and lean further into a story? What is happening when you say, “Nooooo…” as the story unfolds? What are the beautiful speeches, conversations, and comebacks that you rehearse in your own head—the ones that, if spoken, might just begin to set the world right?
I Am a Writer
We draw up what waits for us there. Stories, memories, secrets, questions.
The pail rises dripping our truths, our eyes darting with wonder, breath still with surprise, hands electric holding the rope—the tether connecting us to something deeper than certainty.
This is me.
I really am a writer.
Happy Birthday Blog to my Middle Child
A path of light cut through the space between us. I could feel the connection, the trueness of the moment, the light she already carried.
Those are, and have always been her gifts: connection, integrity, and light.
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