Are you “just a mom”?

Come on over to Families in the Loop where I’ve got a post up about the identity crisis of being a mother. Talk to me about whether you’ve ever introduced yourself as “just a mom.”

How about we stand up and proudly own that title and all that entails, huh?

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Kakuma

The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight pealing, appealing, across the sea. I cannot go; I am not free bound here in ministry.   Silence and sanctuary are calling tonight softly, in stage whispers my soul cannot snub. Slumbering amidst the restless din I dream of holy hush and polished pews.   I yearn…

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Sandblasted

Her steps echo on the slate walk. She turns; searching, but cannot see the others; the veritable ghost-army keeping pace. A whisper of perfume The familiar oak a skeleton in the yard. Smells of the past and of a storm yet to come.   Memories hits with the open door and she falls down a…

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Trespassing

Wrapping myself in a towel, I get out of the shower and listen. It’s the habit of a mother, the automatic check for voices, for sounds of play. There is only silence. This cannot be good. I pad down the hall to her room, where I see no children, but I hear voices, murmurs. Giggling….

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Shifting sands

  My words have not been here as frequently as they once were, and I want you to know that it’s not because I’ve stopped writing them, but because the ground has become less certain, and I’m trying to find my footing on shifting sands. This problem is hardly unique to me, but I’ve taken…

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The world ended. Blame Florida State.

For those of you out there who are not Clemson fans, I’m going to let you in on a not-so-little-secret. They’re passionate about football. Passionate in a college version of Packers fans kind of way. I married into this strange cult of orange, so I am uniquely situated to report the events of yesterday. News…

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The ebb and flow

The playground air is foggy with pollen and clouds of dust from the touch football game that is played every day, giving grass seed no hope of reaching for the sky. The kids’ white uniform shirts are uniformly smudged and dirty, and I can almost hear twenty mothers reminding themselves to add bleach to the…

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“Options”

“I brought you a present,” Mark says, as he sits down beside me on the sofa with a huge sheaf of papers. “That looks delish,” I say. Then I glance at the papers and see the letterhead. My stomach twists. “Crap. Is that the new insurance stuff?” “Yep.” He settles in and begins to explain…

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Today, I’m In The Powder Room!

Today, you can find me at In The Powder Room, talking about my first time. Go on. Clickety click the link. You know you want to. Sharing. It’s not just for toddlers. Tweet

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September

Every September I struggle with a feeling of unease; the very air smells wrong, warning of impending danger. My shoulder muscles tighten; my body remembers before my mind. It floats just out of reach, keeping my neck kinked and my mind unquiet, until Labor Day, when the memories flood in. My shoulders inch closer toward…

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