She’s Not Turning Around

She’s Not Turning Around

I took this picture of my not-so-little girl while she discovered this stream on Baldwin Trail in Sedona. The tilt of her gaze leans forward and she stands on this metaphorical edge. As I took this photograph, several questions sprinted in my head: How did this...
Ten

Ten

Tonight will be the last night I tuck you in as a nine-year-old. Ten will greet us in the morning. Ten. I keep repeating this number over and over. Each time, tears brim in the corner of my eyes. I remember your first bath in our home, a small apartment in Texas. I...
You Can’t Cross This Off Your List

You Can’t Cross This Off Your List

It’s only two minutes, but I struggle. My fingers fidget as if my thoughts are pounding the last miles of a half-marathon. The tug of war between noise and stillness. For 120 seconds, this is what happens inside my head. I need to get milk. Be quiet, you are trying to...
Summer Memories

Summer Memories

Summer pulsed fast this past year. Our days didn’t compete with time, but we thrummed to a cadence which was our own. In the desert, mid-May marked the end of school and the start of a new season for us. Those first weeks, our daughter slept-in most mornings, a...

Another Turning Point

                                                               “How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss “I am nervous-excited, Momma. Does that make sense?” These words ambled out of my daughter’s mouth as I drove her to school. Another...