Living into the sacred space of God's everyday grace
When it comes to fangirling, I’m much more apt to lapse into a stammering, star-struck nerd when it comes to beloved writers. I gasp with glee as I build that pedestal just a little bit higher with every perfect turn of phrase that I read. I become the little kid sitting cross-legged at the library… Continue reading For the love of dog
Neat and tidy date. Messy and chaotic day. At my very base, I want to scream, “I HATE MOTHER’S DAY!!!” Which I don’t, of course. It is important to me to celebrate my own mom and many others. So what it is about one day in particular that makes it so stinking hard? There’s nothing more… Continue reading 5.10.15
Seven years ago today. Eleven and a half weeks. Confirmation that the (last) baby died. Time is a different entity when it comes to The Big Stuff. It coalesces into a combination of forever ago and just yesterday all in the same moment. I still access the grief. That makes it sound like a decision. … Continue reading Seven Years
I always thought it was “great-niece” but I’ve learned that it’s actually “grandniece.” Whatever it’s called, I have one. First ever. And I’m surprisingly – and often mournfully – absolutely in love with her. It’s easily the first baby I’ve spent any real time with. Well, since, yeah. There’s still nothing to call it. Moving… Continue reading Heart Broken
Patricia Alderman 