There's a frog encased in a tiny plastic prison on my counter, a dead bird in a shoe box in the living room. There's chores to forsake and middle school principals to tell off, teachers to chew out and an entire education department to disagree with.
Category: Memoirs
Here you will find short memoir essays.
Clothes from Heaven
Some thoughts on the magic of tidying There’s plenty of clothes I do not love at all, but even though I don’t love them, or the color is off, or it’s totally last decade, it may fit comfortably, and it may let me be bloated and still leave the house with a teaspoon of confidence. … Continue reading Clothes from Heaven
Faith Substances
It was that way when I was trying to get pregnant for the first time. I had no control over the outcome each month. I had these little ,soft ,blue booties in the top drawer of my dresser. Every morning, while getting dressed, I would think of them being filled out with chubby little feet and … Continue reading Faith Substances
Part III: thoughts on the life changing magic of tidying
“let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before u – Hebrews 12:1 I sat crossed leg atop a pillow on the outskirts of ‘mount garments’. I knew I would have to begin sorting and sifting and … Continue reading Part III: thoughts on the life changing magic of tidying
Seeing God
The other night, a Christian sister and I were discussing a popular worship song. Suddenly, her face got serious and her tone changed. She said, “You know, what I heard about that song….” I spoke up, “don’t tell me if it’s going to ruin the song for me.” automatically, I assumed it was negative news, … Continue reading Seeing God
Part II: What I’m Willing to Give Up
my journey through the "life changing magic of Tidying."
Part I: Real Magic
Real Magic I just finished reading the life changing magic of tidying up: the Japanese art of decluttering and organizing by Marie Kondo. Yes, I was like the mother from Leave It to Beaver, reading books on how to fold clothes; but I never vacuumed in high heels. The read was fresh and nutritious. It … Continue reading Part I: Real Magic
