Sat at my feet

I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am… Continue reading Sat at my feet


I am a lover of rituals. Easter requires crafts, candy, photos, baskets and family. It is the making of one great ritual. Throw away the winter. Throw away the blues. It is springtime and time for rebirth. Theo, our bunny, who ran away suspiciously spring of 2018. Maybe he had to deliver some baskets. I… Continue reading Easter

The Christmas It Snowed

I wrote this piece for my writing class at The Decatur Writer's Studio. The Christmas I write about was 2010, I believe. I've never been good at remembering years. Addy has had an eating disorder for over 10 years now. And I can talk about the disease and her recoveries and our lives with the… Continue reading The Christmas It Snowed