Writing ad copy you can believe in

I like to make eye contact when I sing in public. This despite the way I practiced performing as a teenager: We were told to overcome stage fright by finding a place just above the audience’s heads and to sing to this ether above them. This is an age-old technique for managing fear for both …

Light, salt, and feeling groovy

Yesterday in church I prayed for my family’s wellbeing. Please, I said, if you have any advice, anything I can do to help everyone, please tell me. I’m really open to receive your wisdom. And I heard: Slow down. You don’t have anything that’s so important you have to rush around. I give 94-year-old Miles …

Circle the Tiger

Of all the thesaurus offers me for separation, I like this one the best: A parting of the ways. When my husband and I first stepped out of the ring, I considered it the end. I mourned for weeks. I didn’t know how I would survive. I kept undergoing huge waves of grief I thought …

Hope is an Indian blanket

I’m keeping the faith, but marginally. I’m keeping it skinny. I’m keeping it with socks on. I pour liquid laughter into my veins, and still wish only for dreams. I could sleep for a year. My body wants to hide under the covers for a week. I counter with good intentions. I walk in the …

Drowning in motion

I watch the sun shine on my legs. They have carried me this far. The gleam off my day is more beautiful than I thought possible. How can moments shimmer in poverty? Be with the motorcycle boots and the smile and the way she was surprised.  The way she went along and the way we …

Life: It seems like fun until someone dies

How to really love a hedgehog: parenting during adolescence (Warning: Sharp times ahead) Life: It’s fun until someone dies By Sara Wright Late yesterday afternoon, another mom and I chuckled tolerantly while our group of our 11&12 year-old girls took turns inhaling from a bright red helium balloon and cracking each other up. This morning …