How to take your home with you

How to take your home with you

Home is where you don’t have to care if you have morning hair. Home is where you can slurp the last of your soda and suck every delicious drop of juice-running-down-your-elbows deliciousness out of a ripe nectarine.  Home is where you can wear your PJs all day...

My Zululand; My Birthday

Click on the link below (twice) to download and listen to an audio recording of me reading today’s post. Once it’s loaded you can come back to this page to read along. My Zululand; My Birthday Under the boughs of the mango groves in the heat of the hot,...

The only thing I know

We dip and dive between hot, sticky air and cool, blue water surfacing only for pizza and friendship. Kids in matching swimsuits and chlorine stained eyes grin like guppies and their parents lean into the water and let it wash the week from off tired shoulders. The...
The treasure buried in a mama’s heart

The treasure buried in a mama’s heart

Tucked between the layers of sand, dirt, mud, and sweat. Hidden deep down where he might forget, but you never would. Stashed in the corners of a conversation dominated by a whole lot of “no.” Jammed into his gym bag, under sweaty T-shirts and knee pads....
A family resemblance

A family resemblance

He made me buzz off all his locks yesterday. I thought I would be heart broken. But instead I discovered my brother. Underneath all those curls, there was Luke staring back at me. All the strong, sturdy lines of a face I’ve known since 1981. There it was today,...