Tag: brokenness

The curse of looking happy

You’ve heard it before, “Well, [insert appropriate subject pronoun here] look(s) happy”. And so they are pronounced as such.  We go about our way.  They often go home and cry.  We too easily forget that smiles are often a coaxed response of self, not Soul.  In that way, they don’t equate to happiness that exists; oftentimes, they equate to happiness…

My Sacrifice Upon Autumn’s Altar

If I could choose one season in which to live eternally, it would undoubtedly be fall: when the leaves start to change, the air smells of mist and cloves and my favorite apple orchard, Curran’s, begins selling its much coveted apple cider doughnuts. To me, there’s nothing more beautiful than fall: its sights, its smells, and the emotion its return…

Emerging to Own Myself Again

Some time ago, fellow blogger and sister-in-loss, Justine Froelker, reached out and asked me to review a chapter of her upcoming book, Ever Upward: Overcoming the Lifelong Losses of Infertility to Own a Childfree Life. I’ll admit I was hesitant, since reading and somehow “grading” a person’s heart notes can be scary, especially if the relationship isn’t the stuff of…

“Fall harder. Rise up better.”

My husband and I recently moved. We left the Lake (where we’d been showered with peace, perfect sunsets, and night skies so bejeweled I swore I could reach up and pluck the stars from the velvet welkin) and returned… to. the. suburbs. I was much more accepting of the move than my more-often-than-not better half.  In my head and heart,…

Words break hearts

I remember the first time I uttered those words… We were playing Red Rover (you remember how it goes:  “Red rover, red rover, send [insert name] over)”. One the of the boys from the other team broke through my linked hands with the girl next to me, then took away the best boy from our team. During his mad dash…