Four precious stones. Four. Each one different and full of the things that make them unique. Most who look at them would see the rough edges and deep pits still so clearly drawn in their varying hues. But not me. To me they are pure specimens of beauty and potential. Each day I carry them … Continue reading Four Precious Stones
Category: Parenthood
Stretch Marks
Purple marks surround my navel. Hidden under layers of clothes they are there, evidence of the burdens I've carried. Today my belly is tight again, filled with life that pokes, jabs, and rolls inside me. My midsection has reached the point where it cannot get any bigger without breaking. And so lately I can feel … Continue reading Stretch Marks
The Snare of the Snake in the Pro-Life Movement
This image hangs in my kitchen, a gift given to me by my dear sister. It is a picture of the childless Eve, wrapped in the snare of the serpent, and her counterpart, Mary, full of promise and hope for the gaping wound in humanity. Most prominent to me is the connection they share; an … Continue reading The Snare of the Snake in the Pro-Life Movement
The Summer of Motherhood
The air is temperate and warm. Ripe fruit hangs from wild vines. The tops of carrots and onions emerge from below; lettuces, chards, and fresh green thick and tall from recent rain. Lush life hovers. Swarms. Laughs at me. The garden that was once a barren patch of frozen dirt has come into its own. … Continue reading The Summer of Motherhood
The Window
Baby-sized shrieks of excitement fill the otherwise quiet room. His hands clap together while a big-belly giggle gurgles up out of his soul and sugars the air between us. Our eyes meet in mutual glee. His in anticipation of my next move; mine in full delight of being in this moment with him. Right now, … Continue reading The Window
Two Precious Stones 