Loem

A list or a poem or possibly both A loem a nonexistent word that seems perfect to describe this moment acoustically and ethereally it brings to mind a mixture that drains well but holds nutrients --- I returned from visiting my baby and in the refrigerator there was moldy leftover rice a soggy liquified cucumber…

Notifications from heaven?

I went to a group for widows a while back, and a woman shared that she was angry that her husband hadn't sent her any white feathers. Send? White feathers? She said each of their family members and mutual friends had received a white feather from her deceased husband, but she had never gotten one.…

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. At about sixteen breaths per minute, I estimate that I’ve taken somewhere around seven million breaths since that day. Today is the eleventh. It’s been ten months. Ten months. How? Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Our anniversary. Breathe out. My birthday. Breathe in. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s Eve,…

Fragmented

As I lay my newborn grandson down on the changing table, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude to God for his perfect features, his soft newborn skin, and his incredible newborn smell, and the next second tears are flowing because I can’t share this joy with the love of my life, so I’m crying out to God that…

Saturday

Saturday marked one month after your death. It was appropriately sandwiched between Good Friday and Easter.  I feel like the rest of my life will be a Saturday between Good Friday and Easter.

The Schedule Olympiad

One day after successfully executing a complicated scheduling maneuver involving multiple families, siblings, transportation, food, tests, equipment, you name it… my friend looked me in my exhausted eyes and said, “you know, if they awarded medals to moms for scheduling, we’d have just earned gold!” That’s when the idea was born: competitive scheduling. We could…

for·ti·tude

Originally posted February 2011 Edited November 2019 “Let’s get going. Today we’ll be learning about fortitude; get your dictionaries out.” “Sammy, please stop doodling. Pay attention. No, it’s not about making everything into the number four! No, F comes before G in the alphabet.” “Mom, I have to go to the bathroom; I’ll be right…