Monthly Archives: February 2012
I pushed her into the water.
Clean. Pure. Sacred. Water, a symbol of new. Our hearts, no matter how young, dirty with old bearing the weight of choices as old as humanity. Sweat dripping from brow returning to the dust from which it once came living … Continue reading
affectionately known as mumzi.
:: by Marguerite Delcambre We all grow in the soil of family cultivated and nurtured around us. In that soil we stretch out, push into the dirt and feel life all around. There are rocks and weeds and roots that … Continue reading
gold, not glitter.
:: by Felicity White Because I have three daughters, I often find myself shopping for little girl things. And sometimes this is frustrating for me because it appears that the clothing and toy designers of the world would like to … Continue reading
beyond every flaw or imperfection.
:: by Meshali Mitchell “I was 13 when I first took note of my body and began to compare it to other girls. In the middle school locker room, the other cheerleaders and I stood in front of the mirrors … Continue reading
Daddy’s standard.
:: by Rachel McGowan The reason I have such high expectations in my future husband is because of the way my daddy loves me. I am my father’s first born, his only daughter, a full-blooded daddy’s girl, and the second … Continue reading
4 guests, all girls.
From the very moment air first filled their lungs and released vulnerably, admittedly I knew fully well the expression ‘in over my head‘. I held each of them with measured caution as if they could break too easily, but with … Continue reading
things she wants to say.
It’s in the remembering that we live braver, hungrier and more convinced of hope and grace and beauty swallowing. I have noticed small bright pink post it notes lying around in the same spot. At first glance, I paid … Continue reading
what makes love live.
“Well, do you love her?” Quiet. Blank stare. Long. His look part anger, part remembering, part brokenness. I had no wise words to offer greater than the realization settling back into his world. Something blocked it all, what he … Continue reading
one word. what is it?
One word, singular and bare, complete and roaming still, shadow cast deeply, widely into future sleeping. A word, one, that stands tall and soars at its mention and holds hope, fear and all forgetting. Cutting honest through cluttered thoughts and … Continue reading
love in words.
hearts collide bruise | bend | break | bellow to be free to know at the edge holding hands finger in knuckle lost in grasp feet planted dirty want. to give. scenes and history blurred into one beautiful mystery escaping … Continue reading