She wears weariness like fine China improperly handled on a cross-country move. If one looks closely, you might notice it in the flash of her eyes. The way her lips press together in a thin line. The lack of affectionate exchanges. Usually adept at interpreting...
As a young mother, I scoured each page, testing the sound of various names from the alphabetized page aloud. Scratching several off my list, I circled a few with potential. Some appealed to me because of their meaning and the rhythmic cadence when paired with our...
The thin weave of the standard schoolhouse carpet failed to buffer the layer of cement pressing into my frame, but I ignored the discomfort and allowed weariness to pull me into a brief, fitful sleep in the darkened corner of my classroom. The short...
“Lord, please rescue your child. This one belongs to you.” I white-knuckled my journal, filled with petitions addressed to one who could provide answers. Confusion and despair settled in the deep places of my soul as I poured out my heart. Several years of wrestling...
Now, more than two years beyond the official beginning of a world pandemic, women are drained. Worn. And, yes, weary. In a recent article, Forbes deemed it the “exhaustion gap”. While men experience the same issue, its symptoms seem exacerbated in women who limp...
