The wonder, the welcome and the walls…..

By jennifer | July 16, 2020 |

It’s the walls I hate the most as we head deeper into the tangle of briars that is this season of lines drawn hard and stories and hearts left unpacked in the corners where we may polarize and hide because it doesn’t feel safe right now to show our underbellies. As if we weren’t already…

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When people get brushed off like crumbs….

By jennifer | June 12, 2020 |

I’ve been doing some deep dives into the shades of fear and dismissal that are wrapped in the privilege that came with my skin. I’m discovering some attitudes that I’ll be keeping and tossing some been hiding in the basement of my thinking, like forgotten relics until the roof got torn off in this storm.…

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When shame and shoes come storming…..

By jennifer | September 21, 2018 |

Back when the world was a coloring book and my box of crayons still small, the questions to my answers began to rattle in the wind of a storm that blew in without warning on an ordinary morning as I sat pulling on my school shoes so I could hurry up the hill to catch…

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Savoring shells and squirming in skin…..

By jennifer | August 7, 2016 |

Spring 1979. A cold Topsail wind whips my tears along the sand in the early morning dark, where I’ve been driven by a dream that had me jumping from my sleep to lift a crying baby I couldn’t find. She’s several weeks gone and my heart feels sprained by sudden stabs of fear that she’s lost in the crowd of this big wide world and I think…

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Teardrops in the wind…..

By jennifer | March 15, 2016 |

I post this every year….a healing,  loving ritual because I need to somehow honor those days out loud, especially for those who maybe still haven’t found their voices yet. And for all mothers everywhere,  because our hearts bear always the stretch marks of loving and letting go. It was March,  1979. Breezes turned balmy and I…

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