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There is a Garden

I love flying. It doesn’t matter how old I get, how dignified I am, or how much responsibility I carry on a daily basis….

Not an Island

No man is an island. At least, that’s what I’ve heard. For a while, I argued with that stance. John Donne penned his oft-quoted…

I Delight

This morning I woke up to a to-do list that weighs 9,000 pounds. I feel the weight of it resting on my shoulders, and…

The Not So Secret Garden

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of a secret garden. I loved the classic children’s novel by the same name. I remember…

People Watcher

I am an observer. A people-watcher. My walk through this broken world is dotted and flourished with a great appreciation for humanity and for…

Redefined

When I look back over my thirty-two years and attempt to sequence them, there are a couple of great divides. Befores and afters. The…

The Glass House

For the majority of my life, in one way or another, I have kept a written record. It started in a sparkly, Lisa Frank…

All the Pears

Tonight, my son Ezra ate a pear.   As I stood over the charcoal grill cooking dinner, he sat on the back porch steps…

The Growth of a Gardener

My mother has a green thumb. She can grow anything. When I was a kid, she would do things like buy me purple rose…

The Hopeful Romantic

“… It was in the season that I could not feel the thing, when I came to the place of choosing to love when…