Yes, I was raised Catholic, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this. It’s a realization I had when I read a stirring essay by April Perry. (Thank you, April, for writing it.) And here is that realization:
Oh, to write again! Today I’ll be pouring words onto the page and trying to organize them in some meaningful sense for me and for you. In the meantime, I wrote this (rather eerie now) piece last week, before the shock of Shirley’s death, and I feel I must share it now. The holiday apparently … More Meaning of Dreams
Now that I have a toddler, the word “share” seems to leave my lips about 300 times a day. I’m not sure the kiddo gets it yet, but my subconscious certainly seems to be listening. Obviously, the ways we share as parents are varied and many:
Your toddler doesn’t need an expensive play kitchen to “play kitchen.”
Last week I took a pilgrimage to the island of St. John. I went to find a part of Sue, leave a part of Sue, and gain direction in life after Sue. I went to find paradise. It gave me poetry. Turns out the island’s namesake was able to put my journey into words much … More Paradise and Poetry
“A journey to a place which is considered special and which you visit to show your respect.”—Cambridge Dictionaries Online And thus my husband, daughter, and I embark on a pilgrimage to the island of St. John. Obviously, it’s gorgeous. But why is it so special to us?
Welcome to another day in your beautiful life. Here’s a funny (and rather odd) video of one of Sue’s favorite songs to send you on your way. **Spoiler alert: spot the sweet ’90s mullet!**