Beach grace: the summer truth that could change my fall
Sunlight dances on wind-ripples, frosting the edge of each wave. The tide is going out and little rivers trickle and rush their way between sandbars, braiding the surface of each…
When you struggle with surrender
Surrender and receiving: The juxtaposition of the two words hit me so forcibly that I didn’t catch the rest of the sentence and, two sentences later, had to interrupt my conversation partner to…
Of circus mirrors and true reflections {OR How to survive accusation}
She stands in the doorway, glaring down at me and listing all the ways I’ve failed. Lined up behind her, peeking over her shoulders, are the others from around the…