Bless all the dads—those who have carried uson their shoulders,and in their hearts,and in their minds,and all those who have fathered usin some form or fashion. The ones who answer our callsno matter the time of day, who try to fix-it even if they don’t know how. And for those who resort to dad jokes …
Love can break your heart. It’s probably in the fine print. Didn’t you click the box at the bottom of the terms and conditions? Blessed are you when your kids are ungrateful, when your parents are unbearable, or when they would have been if they were still around. When you help an unfixable friend, listen much longer than…
What a waste.That wasn’t going to get you a nicer apartment.Bless those who give their health in service of people who might not even deserve it. Or if they took unnecessary risks or was selfish or was never going to say thank you? You could have been protecting yourself or God forbid, sleeping through the night….
Blessed are you, the sensitive one, attuned to the feelings of others.You couldn’t turn it off if you tried. Blessed are you with the emotional bandwidth to hear hard things,without fixing or minimizing or deflecting,You know the gift of presence. Blessed are you who chooses to show up without judgmentwith little gifts or small acts…
Blessed are you, resisting the urge to reframe. You who are sick and tired of silver linings. Blessed are you, speaking honestly about what is right in front of you: This is hard. Things might not get better. This really has gone horribly. There may not be a different way. You who risk honesty, especially…
Bless all the moms— those who have carried us in their bodies, and in their hearts, and in their minds, and all those who have mothered us in some form or fashion. The ones who answer our calls no matter the time of day, or absurd the request. Those who remind us that we are…
Blessed is the body that offers soft hugs on hard days. Whose curves fit our pets and our kids and our partners. Whose hands hold another alongside hospital beds and in nursing homes and at the altar and on the first day of school. Whose breasts nurse and legs run to chase littles and whose…
“Compassion constitutes a radical form of criticism, for it announces that the hurt is to be take seriously, that the hurt is not to be accepted as normal and natural but is an abnormal and unacceptable condition for humanness.” – Walter Brueggemann, The Prophetic Imagination Blessed are you who let your heart break. You don’t…
The last time anyone let me say it—tears in my eyes, straight form the heart —I was a child. Didn’t anyone tell you?Life isn’t fair. So I swallow it up. But, God, without hearing you say it—“My love, this isn’t fair”—I am heartsick. I ate this sadness and it became embarrassment;I ate this disappointmentand it…
Blessed are we who discover that there is language for the injury that has befallen us, that there are words to define it, like stepping stones that can stabilize, comfort, and lead us forward, even if we don’t exactly know where they will lead. Blessed are we agreeing to a process where actions build the thoughts that build emotions and not…
Blessed are you who see it all now.The terrible, beautiful truth that our world,our lives seem irreparably broken. And you can’t unsee it.The hungry kid. The exhausted mom.The woman who wonders if any of this is worth it.The loneliness and despair. Blessed are you who glimpse reality and don’t turn away.This kind of seeing comes…
God, I am told to invest in myself.You’re worth it.I should find myselfin the market that owns me. If you check my billing statements,I am a monthly subscriptionfor white noise and sleep storiesand chewable melatonin. I am a standing grocery orderfor dark roast fair-trade beansand dry, full-bodied Spanish reds. On a customer-service report somewhereread aloud…
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