Sweat poured off of me faster than I could wipe it away. But still I sat, for an hour, in the 127 degree sauna. I purposely didn’t take anything in to entertain myself. No magazine, no phone, no music. Just myself and the heat and the silence.Read More
I am craving silence.
I hear the sound of the ceiling fan, cicadas outside, a school bus passing. TVs with incessant, manufactured drama, treadmills, cash registers, politicians. The needs and desires of my husband, my child, my friends, and even strangers.
I am overwhelmed.Read More
I yelled at my husband yesterday. I almost never do that. In the almost 10 years that we've known each other, I can count on one hand how many times either of us have ever raised our voices in anger. I actually have a hard time remembering any of those occurrences, when or why, because they've been so rare. Not that we don't argue. We do. But we don't shout.Read More
This liminal process has been a humbling one. It is not possible to take off old and put on new without becoming painfully aware of my own vulnerability. Like my son, I have so many needs. But, unlike him, I have often questioned how they will be met.Read More