Let it begin

It began, for me, with a row of paint cans lined up like so many drunken soldiers. I had so many other things to attend to—like bills, taxes, overflowing closets, fixing a proper dinner. But the paint cans were as stuck in my head as they were in my basement. They were a sign of…

Mending the cracks

We don’t celebrate brokenness in my culture. Here in the States, we are very much of the mind that broken things require replacement with something newer, better. Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. There is no hiding of the original crack or fracture. The gold forces the observer to take…

Look at what we made

I rarely write to you. I know you don’t read my blog anyway, just like you never read my newspaper articles. That’s ok. I’ve come to terms with that. And in a way, I can only write this because I know you won’t read it. Yet, you’re the only one who could truly appreciate what…

Guardian of an open heart

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” Proverbs 4:23 Oh yeah. I’ve got this one down, baby. Perhaps not in the way this verse was intended. So much so that a couple of wise souls who love me, unbeknownst to each other, have gently nudged me in recent conversations….

Resurfacing

Going through rough times in life is akin to deep sea diving. For much of your daily life, there you are, happily bobbing on the surface. You’re soaking in the sunshine and enjoying the ride in your trusty boat. You may be on the lookout for sharks and such, but you’re in your sturdy, protected…

Do you find me changed?

I saw the look on your face, the one that told me my response to you was oh so inconvenient and not at all what you had planned. It said, without words, “You’ve changed.” Have I? How very observant of you. I understand why you are still expecting the reactions and compliance you used to…

Get out of my freakin’ way

That means you. Yes, you. And by you, I mean me. I’m talking to myself. Not my whole self, just the whiny, mewling bit that has rigid ideas about its future. What she’s planned. What she’s worked for. What she deserves—with a capital D. I’m betting you have this alter ego also. You know, the…

Brave enough to break

The determination in her face was obvious. “I will bend, but I will not break,” she said. And with that, she burst into tears. As I hugged her, I said, “It’s ok. You can break. In fact, I think you need to.” She looked at me in disbelief. “You never broke. Look at you. You’re…