Category: Facing fear

• Throat

    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…

  February 9, 2016

• The Descent of Mother Phoenix

  Most new babies come into the world cloaked in celebration and the chattering of new life.   What my faith and experience has taught me, though, is where there is something new being born, something old is dying.  After spending a couple of weeks with my new-mama sister I was reminded of the sacrificial face of…

  April 13, 2015

• Crawling

  My third baby is now crawling.  As a mother of two who have already crossed the threshold into this perilous stage I did not wish for or encourage it, but through it Amos sailed… and then immediately and repeatedly face planted on the other side.  Even though mobility means more tears and bruises for him…

  February 3, 2015