hand me that baby!

hand me that baby!

christmas was as close as i came to jesus as a child. i wasn’t told the story.  there wasn’t a countdown to the manger in my house.  i didn’t hear about the blessed virgin turned away at the inn ad nauseum. instead my brother and […]

santa is over for now

the holidays. sigh. the holidays found me bumming a cigarette off strangers and wandering through the woods with bright sunlight blinding my eyes. there was so much to do.  so much to get done. i felt the absence of youth this time around. when i […]

when it doesn’t snow

i’m walking across the wooden floor and grime comes with me.  there is dirt under my red slippers.  boots, kicked off on a towel also dirty, lay on their side with mud caked on. there is no snow to play in this year. no soft […]

the mother of god

one place in my heart holds a grudge against humanity and all my friends. weddings and birthday parties. whenever i catch wind of another girl’s birthday party happening with no invitation for mazzy, i plot a little murder in my heart. every time i see […]

where there’s a peaceful sound, lonely souls hang around

when the dust settles near the table legs again, the ordinary life can change into a meaningless one.  in a twinkling it goes from flight to plodding. at times like these i look for a star to hitch my wagon to. a business plan, a […]

i wonder if you could speak up

we talk about god speaking to us. i heard god say this or that. i’m not immune to this type of language or the experience, but lately i’m wondering if he could speak up. then there is the thought that god is always speaking. through […]

sincere and pretend

and then it was december 25th. as soon as we find out we are pregnant, we put the tv out on the curb.  wanting to have integrity about raising a child without one, we thought we should get rid of it before they even arrive. […]

for unto us a son is given

we had traveled for christmas. every holiday, a road trip, in the early days of our marriage. this time we landed with his family. the in-laws. the not mine. the other way of doing christmas, of doing family. in keeping with a rocky courtship, we’d […]

when god gets old

the day after christmas i held my newborn son in my arms.  he was perfect.  he screamed with fresh lungs and we breathed one another for days and days. that was eleven years ago. we’ll sing happy birthday to him and toasted his growing up […]


the angelus was traditionally recited three times a day.  at 6am and noon and 6pm the bells rang out calling the devoted to remember the incarnation of god.  ringing out the reminder that god put on flesh. mary bore a child and it changed her […]