I like those few days in the south when the snow or ice leads schools to cancel and affords some of us lucky ones to work from home in our pajamas. It’s God’s way of saying “Slow down. You need the rest.” A few weeks ago I was gifted such a day. We didn’t get … Continue reading Astral Plane
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Metamorphosis
Memory can be quite peculiar. On most days I can’t tell you what I ate for breakfast, yet I can give you the phone number to Airport and Intown Taxi, my frequent ride home from late nights in Chapel Hill, if you should ever need it. I don’t know where I often drop my cell … Continue reading Metamorphosis
Awakenings
Mice scare me. The tinier, the more monsterous. The smallest shadow out of the corner of my eye, whether it be scurrying across my kitchen floor or in an open garden field, will put me in a tailspin. My squeals often rival those of my three-year-old. I run. I seek higher ground. And I wait. … Continue reading Awakenings
Dreams
I have long been a dreamer of dreams. As a young girl I remember a particular dream of swimming in our backyard pool with my friends and a porcupine. Yes, a porcupine. Now I don’t know if porcupines are good swimmers or not, but this one doggy-paddled with ease right beside me. I loved my … Continue reading Dreams
September
I have always loved the month of September. It is the month of my husband’s birth and the month I birthed four of our seven children into this world. September often holds on to the lightening bugs of summer while it ushers in the sweater-like days of football tailgates. It simply is the best month … Continue reading September
Fields of Poppy 