All You Can Do

It’s the worst winter of your life—and you’ve known some pretty rotten winters. You’ve hardly slept for months, your hands and feet tingle like stars, and you can’t eat for the boulder of fear that sits in your esophagus. You lie in bed one...

the holy ordinary

It’s a perfect Sunday afternoon: quiet, and I’m alone. Only I’m not alone—there are two babies doing the rumba on my bladder. I sit on the sofa, my journal open on my lap, and stare out the window. I feel restless, like I ought to be doing something, but my body won’t...

The Jesus People

You come out to the back yard and lower yourself into an Adirondack chair, close your eyes, and turn your face to the August sun. You are 24 days postpartum, and you’ve come out here to escape. Inside your house are eight people and all of them want something from...

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