• Family,  life,  Love,  Motherhood

    When Your Children Say, "We Got You"

    I did a scary thing. I auditioned for a show in which you read the words you wrote. Like, in front of people. On a stage. And before you can do that you read it in front of the showrunners who decide if your piece fits. And when you go to do this you sit outside the audition room with your printed copies and you make small talk with the other people auditioning and you have to tell them that this is your second time trying to do it which makes you feel like a loser even though you told yourself all the right (and true) things about how rejection…

  • Blogging,  life

    NaBloPoMo and Pyramid Schemes

    Allllright so I was feeling ambitious? And I thought, “Yeah, I can do BOTH NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo! WRITE ALL THE THINGS!” No, no. I can’t. But I am here at a coffee shop trying to focus on the NaNo, but finding it impossible because developing next to me is clearly a pyramid scheme sort of sales pitch. I only know because I have heard somany. So many. So so so many. Though by the sounds of it, there could be prostitution involved. I’ll give you a couple telltale phrases so you, too, can spot a scheme: 1. “What we like to do here is just, you know, get to know people…” – this will precede some…

  • 5 Minute Friday,  Blogging,  life

    Five Minute Friday Book

    Years ago I stumbled upon this blogging project called Five Minute Friday hosted by Lisa Jo Baker. The idea was for bloggers to set a timer and write their loveful hearts out for five minutes without editing or overthinking. Then the hard part: hit publish on whatever they just created. As a constant editor, I found it awful and freeing. Five Minutes are not many minutes. And the first five are not usually my favorite. That time is the outline, the rough draft, the “turn my thoughts into something I can start to work with.” But it’s also probably the realest part. It’s the part where I’m feeling whatever it…

  • life,  Motherhood

    But first, this.

    I am at the YMCA and I am using the child watch shamelessly because we pay for it and even though I have no intention of exercising today (ha! it’s sweet that you thought that, though) I am going to use my two hours for something good. I have lots of deep thoughts to write about, lots of drafts I could go back to, lots of things I want to chew on, words as teeth, keystrokes like jaw bones, but first this. First, I’m going to soak up this moment alone in an uncomfortable chair by the window drinking coffee I didn’t make next to a perfectly unassuming purse which…

  • Uncategorized

    To You: The One Reading This From Your Inbox

    So… thanks. Like, really, thank you. I’m always a little surprised when I get a notification that someone is following this blog because…. where do you blessed people come from? Maybe this is weird. Sorry. Thanks anyway. Take my awkward gesture of love, please. You can always throw it out when I leave. It gets a little messy over here sometimes. And a little heavy…. Okay, a lot heavy. And sometimes I get sentimental because children come with hormones and I already had a suitcase of nostalgia before they got here. And you have probably seen more of my heart than you really volunteered to see, right? Like when you…

  • creativity

    Here's To You, Maya Angelou

    Today I can’t help but weep for such a powerful, dignified, honest voice gone from this world. But I haven’t read any more of Maya Angelou than your average 20-something has done. What I have read I’ve loved, but I can’t say I am “familiar.” Her words aren’t my relatives, my companions. They are my fond acquaintances, I have visited infrequently. But I weep. Because a voice like hers is rare. Even nominal awareness belies her profound grasp on what it means to be a human. And today has been colored with her work and her style and her laugh and her story. I have heard “Still I Rise” three…

  • God,  Kingdom,  Worship

    My Wings

    It’s a refuge for my weary head – the one with the spinning wheels and the constant babbling and the overthinking. I am myself in these words. I am becoming in these words. I am who I’d like to be in these words. I am less me in these words, too. A little less clumsy than the 3D version. A little more refined (the way the words are placed, that is). In conversation I often find myself apologizing for what I cannot articulate. “Ugh. I can’t put the words to the meaning. I’m sorry.” But there are few apologies here because if you can’t catch my drift here – in…