I remember talking about atheism and agnosticism in my world religions class in high school. In my little conservative corner of West Texas, we didn’t spend much time talking about the godless heathens, but I remember the description of Clockmaker god, who designed the world, perfectly calibrated all of it’s gears and dials, and then … Continue reading
Let me preface the beginning of this series with a few things: I’m gonna take weekends off for my “writing every day” goal in November. I can do this because I’m a grown ass woman and I want to. I want to explicitly acknowledge that I have AMAZING parents who did the best with what … Continue reading
Memoirist David Sedaris is one of the few authors who makes me laugh out loud. I aspire to be as funny a writer as he is. I think perhaps I appreciate his appreciation for life’s small bizarre moments and how he can draw them together into a devastatingly beautiful conclusion. Several years ago, while reading … Continue reading
Alex’s hair is getting a little gray. It’s a wonder he still has a thick head of hair at all, considering his maternal uncle and grandfather are as bald as a baby’s backside. Every once and awhile, I’ll get a glimpse of his gray hair and it reminds me how long we have been together, … Continue reading
The small manBuilds cages for everyoneHeKnows.While the sage,Who has to duck his headWhen the moon is low,Keeps dropping keys all night longFor theBeautifulRowdyPrisoners. God, I love Hafiz. He’s a Sufi mystic poet from the 14th century. I don’t even remember how I stumbled across him but his poems are witty and beautiful and jaw-dropping. Once, … Continue reading
Last August, my little family met my parents in Estes Park. We have done this trip every couple of years since I was a kid. We stay in cabins and hike and explore and breathe in the fresh mountain air. COVID made things a little different, but we were just happy to escape Dallas for … Continue reading
My Grandaddy once swallowed his watch battery instead of a baby aspirin. He usually carried the medicine in the front pocket of his striped polo shirts and, apparently, that’s where he put his watch batteries too. My Grandmother, convinced that he was near certain death, called poison control, who told her that they just needed … Continue reading
I once gave up spoons for Lent. For those who are unfamiliar with the Christian calendar, Lent is the 40ish day period right before Easter, starting on Ash Wednesday, a day when many go to church to have ash crosses smeared across their forehead. Many Christians give up something sacrificially, to remind ourselves of the … Continue reading
It was 1:04am. I rubbed my bleary eyes and slid my feet out of bed onto the carpet of used tissues, the CPAP alarm repeatedly crying out over the baby monitor. I padded across the hallway and quietly cracked open the door. I sidestepped the spilled basket of toys and crept across the dark room. … Continue reading
I do not usually live life on the edge. I’m not interested in sky diving or wrestling an alligator. I don’t like to stare into the face of death; I prefer to keep my eyes tightly shut. Except for one weird thing. It started one cold morning in my early 20s when I was on … Continue reading
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