So, I don’t think I live up to this yet…but here’s what I’ve been thinking about. *** My great grandma’s rocker had a cover on it once—blue blocks in several shades, circled by a dark blue ruffle—but I thought it ugly, so I threw it way. The wood of the rocker is worn. On the […]
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When I sit in my chair
Comfortable like a familiar hug
And drink coffee in the morning.
I watch the cars drive past my window…
I cried one day—one day in a progression of many—and he cupped his hands under my teardrops, whispered the most beautiful words anyone had ever said to me. “Here,” he said, “let me hold your tears.”
Recently I published a guest post by Inger DeVries, who struggles deeply with mental illness. Today I share a post by another courageous woman who lives with a different type of chronic illness involving her heart. She asked to be introduced only as HDR. *** Modern medicine didn’t cure me. Treatment followed a few years
In response to a recent blog post, “7 Things I’ve Learned about Marriage (After Two Months of It)” a reader wrote this poem. I liked it so well I wanted to share it with you. Thank you, EAN, for the poem. *** Just like a tapestry Carefully woven A marriage is born Where love is
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