One measly tick changed our lives when it bit my husband and infected our lives. Continue reading “Weathering Lyme”
I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, salty streaks pooling in my developing wrinkles. My husband came in to the sound of deep sighs mixed with hard sniffs. I had come upstairs to change out of my pajamas when I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered how I’d gotten here. Continue reading “More at Forty”
Are you done yet?
A girl sits at the table alone. Food long grown cold. Fourteen peas sit on her plate, one for each year. They look up at her, grey-green in all their pitiful canned mockery of a pea.
“You can’t make me eat them.” And so she sat, caught in a war of control. Continue reading “Hunger”
The process of grief is anything but linear. What would be nice is a clear cut path with a beginning and end, but that’s not the way grief works. It feels more like a tidal wave that comes out of the blue and knocks the wind out of you, or a dull aching pain that pulls like an undercurrent threatening to swallow you whole. Continue reading “Love the Process”
“Are you done yet?” my body asked me.
“No,” I said.
And I would continue to say no for the next 52 hours.
My first baby, a daughter named Harbor, was born October 10, 2017, at 5:27 p.m. She was born amid oxygen masks, frantic monitors, IVs, doctors, nurses, midwives, a disappearing heartbeat, and a NICU team. Continue reading “Sweet Surrender”
“What are we doing?” That’s the first question I asked my Pastor as we unloaded boxes from cars. We were a small ministry with about twenty members. Boxes upon boxes of learning materials, cooking utensils, food, blankets and baby supplies. Again I asked, “What are we doing?” As we entered the side door leading to the stark fellowship hall, we were greeted by an elderly but stately usher. She smiled and said to us: “You did it!” I smiled back having no idea what we had “done” besides unload boxes. Continue reading “What Are We Doing?”
When I was in graduate school I studied the text of Psalm 23, the Shepherd’s Psalm, because I was covering Keith Green’s version of it on a record I was finishing up. Out of this study I discovered that the phrase “Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life” was interpreted by some scholars to mean, “Surely goodness and mercy will hunt me down all the days of my life.” Continue reading “Lost and Found”
We are excited to announce that for the month of February, the regular writers for Red Tent Living have yielded their writing spots to guest contributors. Our theme for February is “Are You Done Yet?” and we look forward to sharing both new and familiar voices. Continue reading “A Word from the Editors”