I miss, no ache, for busyness. In busyness, we find temporary worth, and get an “importance-rush” that nails us to the hamster wheel of frenzy. […]
Growing up, I remember the season of Lent as one of reflection and contemplation. Somewhere in young adulthood, the season lost its peacefulness for me.
I want my children to remember me as a person who loved them deeply, but who loved herself just as much.