I fear a man I’ve never met. We saw each other briefly last week. At least that’s what the security video shows. I paced the sidewalk, absentmindedly sending texts as … Continue reading #52sparks: Something that scares you
#52sparks: A bird
A little girl runs ahead of me, putting her arms out alongside and letting the breeze float around her. “Catch me Miss Meg,” she calls out over her shoulder. The … Continue reading #52sparks: A bird
The Kindness of Strangers
About a year after I started running, I wanted to start moving toward longer distances and maybe one day complete one of those scary “marathon” things. I joined a half … Continue reading The Kindness of Strangers
#52sparks: Wadded up napkin
So this week I’m cheating on the writing prompt, just a little bit and for a perfectly good reason: I misread the prompt, came up with an idea, and don’t … Continue reading #52sparks: Wadded up napkin
A wish for you…
If you’re anything like me, a week can have a multitude of highs and lows. There are moments that just take your breath away with how amazing and awesome they … Continue reading A wish for you…
#52sparks: Tree bark texture
This afternoon I’m sitting in a coffee shop on NE Fremont, where the streets (like many in Portland) are lined with trees. The various colors add to the beauty of … Continue reading #52sparks: Tree bark texture
#52sparks: A rock
Rocks are how we build the foundation for a home. We need something firm and trustworthy to set our walls and floors on. Parents shouldn’t have to worry about their … Continue reading #52sparks: A rock
#52sparks: A superhero
Superhero or Bust Last week I conducted a research project that might put my almost Ph.D. in danger by being totally non-APA, not approved by an IRB, and just for … Continue reading #52sparks: A superhero
#52sparks: Something you have never drawn before
We all know that one house on the block. The one that no child will go near, no matter how many balls or frisbees land on the yard. The one … Continue reading #52sparks: Something you have never drawn before
Beloved
Twice this week I have been part of a story with true love in action. And in each instance it was the clasping of two hands that brought joyful tears … Continue reading Beloved
Starting Line Miracles 