Tag: Life

If I Was the Potter

If I was the potter instead of the clay, what tools would I use to fashion a beautiful vessel? And what kind of vessel would I create? A lovely vase? An intricate teapot? Or perhaps a practical bowl? I suppose the appropriate tools would depend...

God’s Perfect Timing

God’s timing is perfect. I keep forgetting that. Patience is not a virtue I come by naturally. Almost a year ago, pain in my left shoulder and arm sent me to my new primary physician for a solution. As a short term fix, she gave...

The Power of My Wound

Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Sexual trauma runs too deep, is much too complex for simple remedies. We have no Star Trek sickbay or magic tricorder to bind up the wounds, erase the battle scars. And would we want to if we could? Would...

No Comparison

  When was the last time you compared yourself to someone else? Be honest—it was pretty recent, wasn’t it? For me, it was just yesterday. In this social media age the tendency seems to be getting worse. But the comparison game serves no useful purpose....

Wondering Why

Swirling thoughts implode upon each other in a dance I can’t control though I try to refocus emotions that smother radiant heat of sun high in blue sky I wrestle with questions wondering why my life filled with memories of trauma center stage twirling mind...

Blue Sky Lies

No sunny Southern California blue sky watched over me the day everything changed. I grew up under an honest sun. Shining high in the cerulean sky it brought warmth. But here that celestial orb when it deigned to appear was a stone cold liar. ________________________________...

The Road to Hell Might Have Switchbacks

Susy Flory posted this great Memoir Starter for her Everything Memoir group: “Summer entices families and friends to hit the road to faraway destinations. Sometimes road trips are fabulous adventures, and sometimes they turn into uncomfortable or awkward situations we’d rather forget. When you hear...

Plenty

Don’t fret tiny hummingbird There’s plenty to go around The flowers all are blooming Still I hear your worried sound You chirp in the cedar tree When a fellow bird comes ’round As if you think there’s not enough Though sweet nectar does abound _____________________________...

The Detour Dilemma

I’m looking at a weird detour sign in my writing life. Not sure if it’s a detour worth taking, or one I should just ignore. It might even really be a caution sign. I’m not sure. I write memoir, nonfiction, devotional-type essays, and poetry (which...