Under a Pile of Life
It’s been like waking up from a dream Or stepping out of a fog How did I get here How could this much time have possibly passed Wasn’t it just yesterday I was planning my life Imagining all the things I would do I thought twenty years was a lifetime away...
Reflections
I tip the box and the pieces pour out. Colors and patterns emerge as I flip each one face up and lay it back on the table. The maker of the puzzle hasn’t included a picture of what the end result will look like. All I can do is start. Attempting to make sense of a...
The IMAX Crevasse
“I see why they call this place ‘Room with a View,’” I said to my longtime friend, Jay, as he maneuvered our snowmobile around some of the others in the group. He brought it to a stop and we climbed off to have a better look around. We were partway up Mount Erebus,...
Look Up
The house is quiet. Windows dark. Standing at the kitchen counter she stirs her morning coffee and looks down at her phone. Mindlessly, she chooses the familiar blue icon. Faces smiling. Animals lounging. A thumbs up and a heart. A twinge of despair as an old friend...
The Dividing Line
“Is that a tornado?” I asked, half to myself and half to my mom on the other end of the phone. “What?” she replied. Just ten minutes prior she had asked how the weather was. “It’s hot and sticky,” I said, as my foot put light but steady pressure on the brake. “Kind of...
A Picture of Postpartum Depression
“...Most of us have an idea of what life with a new baby "should" look like- perhaps like this photo. A smiling new mom, lots of sweet baby snuggles, maybe a few jokes about feeling tired but how it’s “all worth it." We may also have an idea of what postpartum mental...
Enjoy Your Baby…Fed is Best
“Just enjoy your baby.” Those words were life to me. A breath of air so fresh and light. They were spoken to me by my lactation consultant, as I faced what looked to be another failed attempt at nursing. Hormones and lack of sleep, mixed with society’s pointed finger,...
Lions, Tigers and Mosquitoes
“Hi Stretch!” I turned in the driver’s seat. "Your chariot awaits.” “Hey Michelle.” he chuckled, crouching his 6’5” frame through the side door of the red shuttle van, taking the bench seat behind me. “How’s your day going?” “Good so far. Finished another row on...
What’s your story?
Pop! Sparks leap off the log. A blue flame winds and flickers. Searching, twisting, whistling into the night. Rhythmic voices echo as shadows dance past lines and symbols. Painted hands, big and small, tell of generations. It all started with a word. Stories have been...