An Ocean Loud Enough to Hold My Grief

I had saved my pennies for months. I said no to as many coffees as I could and finally boarded the plane to the Pacific Northwest. To Portland. To my baby sister. She was holding space for me to grieve. I needed space to heal. I needed to feel the oxygen from the trees release […]

Twenty Years From Now, Will I Be Disappointed?

When I was in college, living in Paris, one of my favorite quotes was from Mark Twain: “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in […]

Distracted By Love

When I was a little girl and still too short to see over the hard church pew or past the sea of hairdos in order that I might study the flowers on the altar, I used to sidle up under my mother’s arm, instead, and lean into her softness. That slanting like a sigh of […]

When Persistence Doesn’t Pay

By Tiffany Baker | Twitter: @revtiffanybaker I learned persistence from my mother. Like some children learn to fold a fitted sheet or bake a perfectly flaky pie crust, I learned how to put my head down and persist. My third-grade vernacular included the words “effective effort” and, before every spelling test or group presentation, my mother would […]

I Carry All Their Stories In Me

My hands are his hands. They are the same shape as his and move like so – just like his did I marvel at the memory of this giant of a man, of this larger-than-life presence, of this proud and passionate man with these hands, these soft and gentle and determined hands. I carry him […]