it’s the toothless smileit’s the pea mush up her nose and in her eyebrowsit’s the way she buries her face in my chestit’s the way she reaches for meit’s the chunky thighs (and arms and tummy and everything)it’s the sparkling eyesit’s sitting up in the bathtub by herselfit’s the rolling and scooting to get where […]Read More banana hair
At six years old, sitting on the couch between my dad and sister, across from my mom who was expecting a baby, I read aloud a letter Dad had written explaining to us that we would be going to a new church where he would be the youth pastor. It was a small church perched […]Read More The Church That Built Me
I don’t know about your family, but it seems that as far back as I can remember, my family has been exceedingly sentimental about Christmas ornaments. Every year when we pulled the Christmas decorations out at the Wilson house – after bringing home a freshly cut tree from Cherry Grove Tree Farm – the adorning […]Read More ornaments: a minimalist story
It sounds so cliche to say but I am shocked at how quickly the year’s end came upon us. Just like that, it is 2019. A new calendar, a new set of goals, a refreshed perspective. 2019 is full of possibilities. I am stoked for our new website launch (you can find our new site […]Read More what a year.
sixteen january, two-thousand-eighteen tuesday, late “Sometimes I think that I feel too much. But how can I not, after all I’ve experienced, all the people I’ve met? Sometimes the memories, the tiny snippets in my head, the thoughts come crashing – hard – into me, like the waves against the cliffs of Fort Jeudy. That’s what […]Read More journal entry: a Grenada word picture