poems & stories – learning to fly

A love letter for our 25th

I was 17 when we met. A small-town girl in the thick of the Heartland who was sick of the patriarchy, although I didn’t even know that word existed in 1988. David would be 18 and graduate from high school in a few months. And he was unlike any boy or man I’d ever met:Continue reading “A love letter for our 25th”

Senior year milestone: Photos

First senior-year milestone – senior photos. He loves campus, so Oregon State was the perfect spot on this October day.

All in a day’s work. Or is it?

I love working from home. I have a nice view of the trees outside my picture window, I can make my own lunch in my own kitchen. I can brew my coffee and sip it from my favorite mug. I don’t have to get up early, shower, dress, nag my 13-year-old to get dressed andContinue reading “All in a day’s work. Or is it?”

16

You are awesome and you are loved, and although the world is sometimes dark and scary, you light it up for everyone who knows you. Happy 16!

Worries weighing you down? Adjust your load – and your mindset.

We all have things that weigh on our hearts. We can’t lay them all down; we need to adjust how we carry them.

Our Story of epilepsy

One family’s story of epilepsy diagnosis and surgery and lessons learned.

Finding beauty in the broken: From the other side of diagnosis

Changed, not broken. Finding our way through diagnosis.

Flying

No one ever told you you couldn’t. What wings that must give you! To know you can never fail. To trust that if you do if you fall from the sky someone – or something – will catch you. Maybe, I wonder, do you ever think, “I can’t.” ? You do for you. What makesContinue reading “Flying”

Lucky

To drive for the joy of driving. Of riding. Of feeling tires on asphalt. Rolling. Rolling. A sea of trees rising and falling. Sunlight appearing. Disappearing. Light and color dance in and out of shadow. The hum of the road. The joy of the moment. The satisfaction of miles behind. The anticipation ofContinue reading “Lucky”

Stories

Do more. Be more. Be better. But we’re never enough. And too much. We’re worthy of love and of respect. If only we could see it in ourselves. If only we believed it. Instead, we hang onto old versions of ourselves. We change our name, our hair, our address. But we feel our oldContinue reading “Stories”