Improving my writing, however, is something I can do right now. I’ve heeded these words – taken them on as a challenge to hone this craft.
My stories can wait to be told until I’m mature enough to tell them well.
But as I stood there in front of her, humbled as she gave me a necklace, an awkward hug, I didn’t see a star – I saw a sister.
And then she knelt down next to me, asked me questions, and got to know me as well as anyone can in a ten-minute conversation. I felt understood and noticed and cared for.
All he knows is mommy was gone and all was not right in his world, but now she is home and he can let go.
Here we are. It’s Thursday night and Lisa Jo Baker is standing here about 5 feet from me and we are at the Live Five Minute Friday at Allume. And I’m going to attempt to write this on my (borrowed) iPad which I haven’t had much practice typing on. And she chose a word I … [Read more…]
But then Allume will be over and I will return to the real. To the one-on-one. To the ladies I sit next to in choir and church Bible study and potluck dinners.