Here you will find short memoir essays.
PART I I can remember coming into the house after school. The front door was at the end of a long hallway, which led to our kitchen. Just inside the kitchen doorway, to the left, was a small, oak, rectangular table pushed up against the wall, with a warm light above it and a few … Continue reading My Mothers Flock
even after 40 years, the wilderness was not their home, this barren thirsty valley of death and doubt, suffering and disobedience, is not where they would stay and it’s not where we will stay.
We are here. My sisters and I. Three separate lives, occasionally crossing paths; passing and embracing one another. Here is our story in bits and pieces of my imperfect memory from my faulty perspective. Forgive me, hate me, love me, but laugh and cry and feel and accept and enjoy the places we have been together here on earth and look forward to the place we will spend eternity together in heaven.
We have been blessed to live here in this home for the past 13 years. We have had no direct instruction from God to move, and yet my spirit reels and groans to move forward. I feel my soul pressing, pressing against the sides of my dwelling place. Against the walls, and the floors, and … Continue reading My Butterfly Prayer
There are countless hard things in life. Death and burial, divorce and betrayal, moving out and moving on, are just a few that come to my mind. Anything that happens to us or near us, that forces us to say goodbye, can be difficult. In these challenging moments, let’s face it, we want to disappear … Continue reading On Saying Goodbye
This is for my friend Jenn, whom I miss terribly on some days, longing desperately once again for the freedom and innocence of our shared childhood. It was winter when we moved in. The kind of winter where there is lots of snow piled up around you. We were just entering into a time of wholeness, … Continue reading The Velveteen Girl
This is a little piece of inspiration on accepting who and what I am not and how I can find peace there. I have an old friend, whom I recently re-connected with via email. We have been emailing back and forth. I love it. I feel like I have a pen pal. We seem to … Continue reading All Stars
A memoir like short story of how one hobby reveals a transition from childhood to adulthood. The national seashore was spread out before me like a great, blue canvas, stretched out in every direction. It’s a powerful sight. Standing there, at the top of the stairs, looking down, I felt as if I were on … Continue reading Coping skills
More thoughts on the life changing magic of tidying.
My Faith Place 