Tag: sad

• Anointing

  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…

  February 24, 2015

• When I’m Sad

  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,”…

  February 14, 2015