Shell Shocked

It has been three years since The Anchor House flooded during Hurricane Matthew. I’d forgotten that milestone until Facebook memories popped up with pictures on my iPhone screen. I scrolled through the images, staring at the soggy carpet and water-stained walls, while sipping coffee and packing Asha’s lunch. I could not believe it has been…

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Transitions are…

With one hand I hold tightly to my husband, in desperate need of his support, and with the other I push him away.  It’s confusing and frustrating, but this is how the young and scared part of me struggles for control and acts out in fear. My mature and wise adult self knows better.  I have…

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Why Not?

“Why Not?”   It’s a Monday morning and my “to do” list is excessive. There is much to be  accomplished: get more boxes, books in the attic, call the plumber, mailing address changed, and keep the house clean! We have a showing tomorrow!   My mind carries around a litany of tasks to maintain as…

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Broken Identity

I grew up never liking my name. It wasn’t that my name was anything unusual or difficult to pronounce. I was just never fond of it. I remember sitting in school as my teachers would “call roll” imagining that my name would have been one of my fellow classmates. When you have a three syllable…

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A Cry in the Darkness

A Cry in the Darkness ~ six months into living in a new place ~ In this swirling maze of darkness and blind pain, How can I reach for the light? You say to reach but I am trapped within! In my heart, I weep.  My tears spill endlessly down my cheeks and stain the…

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Spring’s Ambivalence

An icy surface stills the stream beneath. Cold clouds cover up the warming sun. Thick blankets of snow seek to smother daffodils. Puffing winds bluff bird–songs back to nests. But change is there to choose. Will I use my voice to melt the wintry weather? And let His warmth thaw lightness to my life? My…

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Picking Up Stones

If you ever find a picture of me from my senior year in high school, you will not find the traditional hallmarks of 1990’s grunge. Rather, you will find a tie-dye wearing, sandaled, all-natural kind of gal who was clearly reacting to the world around her. My backpack was littered with greatest hits discs of…

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In Between The Milestones

It’s not often that as a year begins, I can already name the major milestones the coming months will hold. This spring, I will be moving so my landlords can sell their property. Not too long after that, I’ll transition from course work in my graduate degree to writing my graduate thesis. My boyfriend and…

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Anam Cara

“Never let the fire in your heart go out. Keep it alive.” Romans 12:11 The entrance into the new year has surprisingly been held in the embrace of anam ċara. “Anam ċara means soul friend,” John O’Donohue writes. “The anam ċara was a person to whom you could reveal the hidden intimacies of your life.…

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