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The Altar of Her Life
photo by Dana Ross Martin An ending and a beginning overlapped for me recently. In the same weekend that I said “good-bye” to a dear friend who moved to another state, I joined a new retreat ministry and blessed the threshold of a new beginning. Experiencing these two events back-to-back felt, at first, like emotional…
My body talks to me. It’s pretty blunt. I still manage to gloss over its requests, thinking that ignoring my body will make it grow quiet… silly me. This week my throat complains. It’s so constrained I can barely swallow. “We’re stuck, honey,” it says, not unkindly. You see, my throat isn’t trying to…
She who never stopped talking; she who whipped me with her uniform knee socks; she who can still push my buttons like a master engineer and make me laugh until I pee… my sister became a mother today. I anticipated this event long before I even knew she was pregnant, but I love how the…
My writing seems to color the world deeper shades of interesting when I’m feeling life’s bitter sweetness. Today, I’m happy. Not just content, but pop out of your skin happy. And everything I try to write reads pink… cotton candy, artificial sweetener pink. Ick! So, you’ll have to suffer through with me until some rain…
It’s the time when the tendrils of the day are reeled in, when little bodies look for warm holes in which to burrow, and the sound of quiet replaces the din of chatter. That’s how I used to imagine bedtime with children. And sometimes, on a rare sleepy night, we come close. But often, especially…
I had so many sweet, sensitive pieces echoing inside my head to write for Valentine’s Day weekend. I ate a lot of frosting. This is what came out. It’s real. Honesty is sacred. Happy Valentine’s Day When I’m sad I try not to show it. I say, “I didn’t get enough sleep” or, “I’m stressed,”…
Jessica Gazzola 