Tuesday is listening to our family playlist of 90s hip hop , K-pop, and indie rock while drawing and eating garlic knots with my daughter. It is a dimly lit lamp on my desk– one that my good friend gave as a wedding gift 14 years ago. Embossed ceramic redwood trees with sunlight streaming fromContinue reading “Tuesday is listening . . .”
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The Evidence of Rain
When I step outside for a morning walk, I am surprised to see that the ground is wet. I had heard that it was going to rain but didn’t realize it had already come sometime when we were asleep. Silent and unsuspecting, the rain fell to the ground and covered the land, the buildings, theContinue reading “The Evidence of Rain”
An Unexpected Friendship
A Saturday in July was when an unexpected friend sent me a song. She is a shop owner who procures the most beautiful children’s clothing that hang on clothespins up above like fresh prints delicately hanging to dry. Our first encounter entailed a few bags of clothes that Olive had outgrown and were ready toContinue reading “An Unexpected Friendship”
The First Day of the New Year
This morning I almost couldn’t get out of bed. I wanted to spring out to greet the first day of the new year, but a thin layer of sadness kept me pinned under the covers and an image of staying in bed all day flashed through my mind. But no, I shook my head andContinue reading “The First Day of the New Year”
Friday is learning a dance . . .
Friday is learning a dance at 42, rewinding and counting and trying to keep up. Friday is entering the holy of holies into the presence of God who is not put off by our brokenness but ushers us to come closer–so close you can taste His tears and feel his heart underneath the fabric ofContinue reading “Friday is learning a dance . . .”
Thursday is staring . . .
Thursday is staring into my friend’s fear of another, another miscarriage, an egg never to be filled with dividing cells forming limbs, muscle, tissue, and a heart that beats. It takes me back to when an ultrasound probe searched inside me for life showing nothing but an empty yolk sac. Thursday is prayers lifted onContinue reading “Thursday is staring . . .”
Wednesday is remembering awkward…
Wednesday is remembering awkward eye contact over fruity cocktails at sunset. Remembering because it’s become so easy to forget that I have to sift through years of moments to find the ones from way back when. Wednesday is a thread of dreams we extend into our reality like the scarlet cord Rahab hangs outside herContinue reading “Wednesday is remembering awkward…”
Two Dresses
7.27.19 Saturday Dear Jane, Whenever I open our closet, I see the blush colored lace dress that I was to wear as your matron of honor for a wedding that never happened– a reminder of all the happy memories that I thought would be a given but now will never be. Another dress you boughtContinue reading “Two Dresses”
New Mexico Sky, Part 2
Okay. It’s been six months since I wrote in this blog. I have been writing in my journal and elsewhere, but the words have been for me alone. Now I’m working on something that I hope to share one day. A lot has happened within these past six months. My younger sister passed away inContinue reading “New Mexico Sky, Part 2”
New Mexico Sky
In the Korean historical drama, “Mr. Sunshine”, one of the opening scenes introduces its protagonist- a young slave boy of nine, carrying on his back a large bundle of sticks that towers above his small frame as he makes his way through a forest, back to his master’s house. He stops and looks steadily upContinue reading “New Mexico Sky”
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