When Art is Everything {Introducing Healing HeARTs}

I'm not sure that I came to art journaling in the usual fashion....more

On Novembers {Life After Stillbirth, Three Years Later}

I keep waiting for it to get bad.I mean, three years and one week ago, my baby died inside of me and my world shattered and I didn't think I'd survive the day, much less make it out of the dark places.I never thought that Novembers would start being not-hard.But then, there's still a week to go until my girl's third {still}birthday, so I guess anything could happen....more

We Are Made For Changing

one of my poetry holiday ornaments -- find them all here, with new ones like this going up soon I really don't know what brought it on....more

Why, Hello There! Or, Where I've Been . . .

Well, it's been quite silence here, hasn't it?...more

Portals of Water and Wine by R.L. Haas {Cover Reveal!}

So. It's been a little while hasn't it, dear blog reader? And perhaps it seems to return (maybe?) from my writing sojourn with a post about someone else's book ....more

Somewhere Between Water and Sky {A Book Launch + Giveaway!}

I heard it said once that every human is a story with skin.If this is true, paragraphs would be etched in the scars on my wrists.Whole chapters could be written about the way my heart pounds when I startle awake.And every single one of my tears could fill a book.But stories, with all their promise, only leave room for disappointment. I don’t have room for that anymore. I left it all—the hope, the love, the promise—back in my old life with the ghosts I’d rather forget: Jude ....more

Love, Unqualified -- Part 2

(find part 1 here.)We love.We love.We love, without condition, without a "but you," without excuse....more

Love, Unqualified

The lines are drawn, "in" versus "out" made excruciatingly clear, and we dare to call this love.We have forgotten how to love one another without lines, without boundaries, without exception.Instead, we have made enemies of the "other" -- which is really just another way of saying that we have made enemies of each other.We all can recognize the pick-up lines, the ones that say that none is unlovable, none is without value -- and then we turn around and refuse to love, refuse to value:You are respected -- unless you are poor.You are trustworthy -- unless you are Black.You are wanted -- unless you are gay.You are valued -- unless you are female.You are our brothers and sisters -- unless you are not Christian.You are a beloved part of our global community -- unless you are not Western."We love because [God] first loved us" -- unless we don't like you or we fear you or we feel uncomfortable to any degree for any reason when we are forced to breathe the same air as you.This is the kind of "love" I see pouring out across the lands, the kind that [religious] leaders not only either ignore or allow but often promote. In versus out. Us versus them ....more

The Lingering Silence

I sit here and stare into white and wonder what words to fill this empty expanse with....more