December

December

I find that all throughout the advent season my heart and mind are tugged in two directions. Part of me recognizes the darker days, the colder nights, the natural world inviting me to pause and sit with the darkness. What is an advent season without the reality of...
A Mother’s Gaze

A Mother’s Gaze

Gaze: to look steadily and intently, especially in admiration, surprise, or thought. On the day my foster daughter turned one, a biological family member gave me what might be one of the best presents I’ve had in a while: A picture of my foster daughter on the day she...