I don’t have much to say. There is nothing profound spilling forth tonight. I simply wanted to come.

There is newness coming in many ways. This latest post discusses that and more.

“We learn through everything, if we are open. Even when we’re closed, we can come back to discover. It’s never to late to grow.”

I’m oscillating between strength and weakness. Between functioning and being back to “normal” but then mourning and being angry that instead of packing my hospital bag and putting the finishing touches on our nursery in these last few weeks, I’m not. There is no stocking up on supplies. There is no prepping and planning.

Have you ever prepared for a move or begun Spring Cleaning and come across something you’d almost forgotten existed? You brush off the dust and for a split second may even forget how to use it — like an old instrument (I’m looking at you, Elementary School recorder).
That kind of feeling is what I’m experiencing.

I know. It’s been….a long while. I’m honestly going to be incredibly surprised if there is even a “you” reading this. I may have lost the small pairs of eyes I did have, due to this belabored absence. So much has occurred. Beautiful things. Excruciating things. Life. We all experience it.

Here’s to the ones who feel happy.
In a good place in life, in career, in relationships, personally, internally, health-wise or mentally or physically.

Here’s to the ones who feel lost & confused.
Who thought they knew what to expect from something and instead, were thrown far beyond sight. Who thought they knew what to do or who to trust or where to go. Who now question what they know at all.

Good Morning.     You.     Who may be waking to a multitude of facts and emotions that may feel anything but good. You, who may be in a hospital, waiting to hold your new, strong, handsome son – letting the sway and swirl from pride, fear, trust, worry, immeasurable love take it’s heights …

It will be difficult to describe         though I know that anyone who can relate will understand without words having to be spoken. When you have a passion that is shared with a defining part of the world, it can be arduous to feel as if your presence can compete with the …

When it all will happen again…

The blinker pulses on blank screen, waiting for direction. Asking to be expanded, leaving thought-provoking words in its wake. Witty banter. Keen discovery.    And I hesitate      again.Mind reels and scenarios play out and I pray to understand relationships and chemistry between people. Pray bravery in a fallen world when people hurt. When …


Sometimes you don’t know if you have something worth saying.    You’re unsure if you have a voice that carries. If it should rise above the dissonance this world conjures. I wonder that every day.If sentences, thought processes, merely add to the noise or if they enrich. If my jumbled words make any sense. For …