Lions
She rushes into my arms. “Mama!” she cries as I bend down to scoop her up. More pairs of hands grab at my waist, my legs.…
The Mountain
I stir in the dark. For a split second I rest in the relief of my dreams, not yet fully awake. But the moment is gone…
Next Move
“I can’t do it,” I say. My heart is pounding. I can’t think clearly. I look to the side, which I instantly recognise as a mistake.…
The Final Say
I watch him pack Georgie into the car. He throws her into the air once, twice. She shrieks with joy. He leans down, puts her into…
Jump
It’s been so long since I’ve had the rush of sitting down at a blank screen and typing to you — the longest span of time,…
December Book Club Discussion Questions: Tiny Beautiful Things
Happy December book lovers. Can you believe this our fifth month reading together? This month’s book is an oldie but one I had still not…
Stuff To Love Friday
Doing a little Right Now post today. Come settle in. Take off your shoes. Life is hard, you guys. Except for these two. These two have THE…
Dear Old World
Welcoming L.M. Montgomery to the tent today because I went to the country yesterday and now I can’t stop thinking about living in a big old…
And/Both/All
I’ve been tap tap tapping at the keyboard, stopping, then backspacing, then checking my phone, waiting for some kind of inspiration to hit. Thursdays are my…
Storytelling
This week, I read Cheryl Strayed’s Wild in three days, though the word read is really a euphemism for, say, the word devoured – the act…
The Red Tent 