Vision of the Ancients – A Poem

I see mothers of the ages, of all cultures, of all times, carrying torches, lighting the darkness, soothing the future with hummed lullabies. They carve their way in beautiful strength with faith and song, waiting….watching….warding…waiting… staying the course with never-ending grace. Stalwarts of elegance, extend your hands, don your mantles and dance. Oh how God’s heart…

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When Motherhood Feels Like Too Much

I stared at her angelic form swaddled beneath the moonlit window. She was so sweet, so small, so fragile. Who was I to bear the responsibility of her, to soothe her fevers and give her direction, to train her and teach her about what it means to be human and live in a broken world?…

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In the Waiting Room

It’s midnight and my phone rings. My body reacts before thoughts reawaken to read the words flashing on the screen: NICU Methodist Hospital.  “Hi Mrs. Folsom, my name is Rose, and I am taking care of your boy, Arthur. Just wanted to let you know we have moved him back into NICU and finally have him…

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Dear God, Please Be Good

“Who’s picking up the Donuts?!” I wondered as the surgeon’s scalpel freed two 30-week old boys from my uterus. It was August, my best friend was in town for the weekend, and I had pre-ordered donuts from The Ginger Snap, who has since closed up shop and moved to California, to celebrate staying pregnant for four…

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Field Notes From First Semester

“There is no try. You do, or do not.” -Yoda, from The Empire Strikes Back Wow, Summer is finished! Anyone else feel like it flew by in about three winks? We had a lot going on, the finish of my husband’s first semester in medical school, a visit from my aunt whom we lovingly refer to…

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“Tired Mom” Hair and Makeup Hacks

I see you. Haven’t worn makeup in days, beginning to wonder if your skin will look exhausted forever. You’re taking care of little ones, managing epic amounts of messes, laundry, poop, sweat (if you live on an island like me and don’t have A/C in your house), and feeding needs, so you feel wrung out,…

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The Left Hand of Forgiveness

Places are a lot like people; you lean into the good parts and forgive the bad. This is a continual posture, not a sanction. I think of this as bowing down, not in worship, but in a choice to honor with grace. I am not interested in hierarchy, or teaching this place or person a…

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The Hidden Gifts of Transition

Any musician will tell you that transitions are the hardest part of music; but for a piece to bear itself unto completion, it must transition. Transitions are part of wholeness. Transitions signal that greater goodness is coming. Nevertheless, transitions often suck. Almost two months have passed since I waved goodbye to my parents from the…

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She Makes Her Dwelling in the Rocks

“Why Saba?” Is the question that greeted me upon landing at the Princess Juliana airport in St. Maarten with my husband, parents, three cranky kids, and over 500 lbs of luggage. Regret punched me in the face as I shuffled to the baggage claim, wondering how I thought this was a good idea. The man…

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Two Giraffes: A Birthing Story

“Who’s picking up the Donuts?!” I wondered as the surgeon’s scalpel freed two 30-week old boys from my uterus. It was August, my best friend was in town for the weekend, and I had pre-ordered donuts from The Ginger Snap, who has since closed up shop and moved to California, to celebrate staying pregnant for four…

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