Leah's Journal
Art from the Heart
This is the last few days of school for the kids, and of course this is the time I feel like I finally figured out my rhythm! It takes me...
Art from the Heart
This is the last few days of school for the kids, and of course this is the time I feel like I finally figured out my rhythm! It takes me...
Wild Remembrance
With Mother’s Day yesterday, I searched for profound words to encapsulate my experience of mothering and being mothered, and all the nuances that come with it. All I came up...
Wild Remembrance
With Mother’s Day yesterday, I searched for profound words to encapsulate my experience of mothering and being mothered, and all the nuances that come with it. All I came up...
Sprouting Sweet Peas
For the past two years I have been trying to grow sweet peas. I was enamored once I heard about the promise of their generous and delicate flowers they offer in...
Sprouting Sweet Peas
For the past two years I have been trying to grow sweet peas. I was enamored once I heard about the promise of their generous and delicate flowers they offer in...
Offering
“Sit beneath me,” she says. “My roots will nourish yours, and my blossoms will restore your fragmented sight.” So I lay my body beneath this flowering tree in our yard....
Offering
“Sit beneath me,” she says. “My roots will nourish yours, and my blossoms will restore your fragmented sight.” So I lay my body beneath this flowering tree in our yard....
Home
We have returned from Florida for a quick getaway during spring break, and here is what I want to remember : The shadows of the palm trees dancing on the...
Home
We have returned from Florida for a quick getaway during spring break, and here is what I want to remember : The shadows of the palm trees dancing on the...
I Got 99 Problems ...
But muscari ain’t one. [Oh my goodness, yes I did just write that.] HA! Spring hits me in different ways. Last year I felt indignant, heavy with grief. This year,...
I Got 99 Problems ...
But muscari ain’t one. [Oh my goodness, yes I did just write that.] HA! Spring hits me in different ways. Last year I felt indignant, heavy with grief. This year,...