I believe in good when my daughter wants me to sit with her while she colors, just because she wants me there. 

It’s still strange when I touch my cesarean scar two years later. It feels like a coil of rope embedded in my skin, worn smooth at its smiling edges. 

That moment when your heart is racing and you don’t know why or what emotion is prompting it: one of the scariest ones in my life. 

“[R]ules might give us some order but love and grace make life worth living.” – Sheila Walsh