Me…
I am Danielle... wife to programmer Nathan, mother of cartoonist David, bird-watcher Deborah, ocean dweller Rebekah, soldier Joshua, and artist Jonathan. I am believer. And I journey onward, wheels sinking deep into new grooves, and old. Here I trace, with increasing grace, His face ...in the path of life.May 2012 M T W T F S S « Jan 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31
Category Archives: Family Journal
Callused
Hard, stubborn callous; How you cover the tender spots. With your condemned skin. How you need to be soaked; How you need to be scraped away, Diligently, ………….every day. Or you become like snow the day after – Hard packed … Continue reading
Look at Me and Love Me
Jonathan docked his little body at the island, his wiggles briefly anchored. And as he munched on apple snack he briefly realized, that body being satisfied was not enough. And this thoughtful young man, looked up at busy mother, and … Continue reading
Stuffing
Last night I went to bed expectantly, only to be awakened at midnight by a husband who was traumatized with leaking pipes and storage stuffing. “I want that storage area cleaned up tomorrow.” His words echoed, perhaps a catalyst for … Continue reading
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tree art
i really wanted to write a poem today. about a Thanksgiving tree. but when we tried to string the lights we discovered small branches on the bottom and big ones on top and i barreled into the present with a … Continue reading
Turkeys, Stuffing, and Immersion
We drove down Lincoln Drive on the way to Taekwondo. What met our eyes brought disappointment to me, and excitement to the kids. Lighted wreaths and candles illuminated the drab drive, while darkening my brows. Was Thanksgiving to be ignored … Continue reading
A Better Resurrection
Most of my kids have “The Caterpillar” by Christina G. Rosetti memorized. How surprised I was to find this poem from the very same author, in a poetry devotional a few years back. It touched a chord in me, as … Continue reading
Death Hoped
This morning I awoke to the crack of a rifle. And, rolling right along, I noticed the thump of the dogs tail, more subdued than usual, and how she peed with alacrity. And the trees! When had the masses of … Continue reading
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Seeing
I just made cookie dough. To eat. I said to my husband: “I am sure that the reason I am not dead is because I ate cookie dough so much growing up.” Perhaps you understand my reasoning – I scoff … Continue reading
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Jabberwashy
NOTE: Are you familiar with Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll? If so, and if you’ve ever been assailed with laundry woes, then hopefully you will find this parody entertaining. I had a blast writing it! And if you’ve the time to … Continue reading
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