When Sex Isn’t Magical

by Anonymous I carefully string the beads on a wisp of fishing wire. They’re clear blue, about ten of them. Then I thread the letters: T-R-U-E L-O-V-E W-A-I-T-S. More blue beads. I tie it round my wrist, feeling accomplished. This will fix everything. / / / / I came of age in the late nineties. […]

First, the Tomb

The rain falls steadily, beating against the translucent plastic of the skylight across the hall from where I write. It’s a drumbeat that reminds me that fruitfulness requires dark, wet days. Lots and lots of dark, wet days. Life continues to teach me that there is no resurrection without the darkness of death; there is […]

The Last Leg

My Mom fell down yesterday. No one saw it happen, but when she winced while they were getting her dressed, they spotted the fresh bruising, all down her flank. Everyone wondered what had happened. Who knows? I was in telephone contact with the nurse and the staff and in text contact with my son the MD. […]

I Love my Dad, but Father’s Day was Hard

When I was growing up, my dad was a mental health counselor who ran miles and miles every week and had his own home gym. His happy place was puttering around home depot, where he would inevitably come home with new plants and supplies for his endless gardening projects. Our place was pretty much a Better […]

God Was Already in the Middle of Saving Me

  The day I got the news I hung up the phone, faced my toy-strewn rec room and exhaled. Now what? I knew that I should have some kind of reaction, some kind of emotion but I  just felt … nothing. And everything. I was wife, mom, daughter, sister and friend. I was a Sunday […]