When The Bible Shredded My Heart

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It was the night I stopped reading the Bible. I was on the faded green easy chair in my bedroom. Every night as the light faded from white to yellow to gold, I would open the Word and read. In college, reading the Bible was an OCD coping mechanism, a way I proved my worth and checked off […]

May I First See Her Heart

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By Lisha Epperson | Twitter: @lishaepperson My dreams kept time with the early morning song of unnamed birds. In the spaces of silence I wondered …would she be beautiful? We’d talked about her that night and every day before. Imagining life with a little girl no one, until now, would call beautiful. Would we love […]

But Joy Comes In The Morning

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I still shake my head every time our eyes meet. His being here, moving and breathing among us? It is still so often magical and mystical that I sometimes believe that surely he must return to the land of the fay people with each waxing and waning of the moon. I sometimes hesitate to squeeze […]

A Mirror True

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Usually it happens at night. She always was the one, as a baby, up until midnight. Wide awake next to me in bed, with those round cerulean eyes. Not crying, not fidgeting—just awake. Eerily awake. So I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that these things happen with nocturnal regularity. Now that she’s eleven and her […]

Mamas Mess Up Too

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Mommy guilt is something I wrestle with often.  I think it’s partly to do with Facebook and the masked lives people like to display, which I tend to compare with the reality of my own. But for the most part, it’s because I believed I would always be so good at motherhood and I have […]