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Moving On

Moving On

I’ve been living in this place, a sort of in-between place, where no matter what I do, there is still clutter. If I let go of something, I immediately find a way to replace it with something else. I can’t just let something go to let it go, and it leaves me with this...
When Light Shines through a Hole in the Heart

When Light Shines through a Hole in the Heart

I notice the fog as I take a final look out the window before heading to bed and feel an odd sense of comfort. At 2:00 a.m., I begin to understand why. What had been invisible to the eye—the air—had become visible, or so it seemed. The white mist of comfort,...
Dancing Through

Dancing Through

When I look at the stacks of paper and pencils on our table I don’t think of writing I think of dancing Is that strange? Writing began as I had to move through the saddest of saddest grief In order to learn how to move again I had to stop moving When his heartbeat...
Old Friends

Old Friends

What we noticed was, there is this deeply rooted familiarity in old friendships, a shared history, and a grounding that makes it possible to pick up where you left off 40 years before. But it’s more than that. The experiences lived separately are threaded together...
Front Porch

Front Porch

The great thing about sitting on a front porch is the people you get to see. You’re there to notice when a car stops in front of your house. I was sitting on the porch trying to write a blog. I didn’t really have anything to say but I was avoiding the bigger...
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