Spiritual

Getting Angry, Broken Fingers, and Starting Over.

It was a morning from you-know-where. Hubs was away on business, and I was on my fifth full day of single-parenting and dirty laundry up to my ears, when things got really well… REAL. (Aka: “crappy”,”shitty”, “poo-ey”, “I-wanna-tear-all-my-hair-out-crazy,” whatever you call it at your house) ​She got mad, slammed the (car) door on his fingers.… read more

The Problem With Racist Cops. (It Starts with Us)

Wheww, what a week. Last week we were celebrating the greatness of this country, its independence and freedom and equality, and now, 7 days later we wonder if there is any greatness or freedom or equality left. I don’t know about you, but as a mother, I can not watch ONE. MORE. VIDEO or read… read more

Suicide and Dying With No Regrets.

I’m going to do the unthinkable and talk about suicide today. Yes, that dark evasive thing called death that no one wants to talk about, much less to acknowledge or admit to, much LESS around the holidays. Yes I know this is a “happy” blog, and yes I know this is not a feel good subject. But… read more

The Slowing. (A Poem)

Words come slow and steady on the paper where my heart and my tea pours, and I feel the warmth of the Autumn sun against my cheeks. It fills my mind with thoughts of beauty, of life, of death, and the endless cycle that it is. How nothing in this world lasts, but how it is good and helpful and wise,… read more

How to Miss a Flight, be a Selfish Prick, and Find God at the Airport.

I burst through the doors like I'm the only passenger needing to be somewhere, but nope. There is a line, exactly one mile long, filled with other anxious passengers, and so I begin to heave and flail, hoping that SOMEONE will notice that I really do need to be somewhere. Because I do. … read more

This One Year.

Sweet baby boy, How can it be a year since you came, face and fist, and eyes searching for your Mama’s? How can it be that you have been in my arms for this long and yet it feels like yesterday when I first held you? A year since you did somersaults in my belly, and flipped face down,… read more

Celebrating M.O.M: Charissa, the Story of Hope.

In case you missed it, we are running a series here on Happy Little Surprises, where once a month, we feature an extraordinary Mom, holding up ordinary objects that represent the phases and the Moments of Motherhood that she finds herself in. Last month, I wrote about Ashleigh, and the beautiful balancer that she is. It was such a pleasure to highlight her life, and to see the praise and… read more