Category: Moments Between
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The Quiet Faith of a Mother
Memories of you Are as gentle, peaceful, as the morning dew…… As the bus pulls up you would say “I love you and have a great day!” As we whisk off into the big world You would say a prayer as only a mother could “Please lord watch over my sheep.” Children sometimes take too…
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Jacob Ryan
Some pieces of writing come from a quiet moment in time. This poem was written years ago for my son Jacob Ryan — during those early days when motherhood was still new, and every little milestone felt like magic. Looking back now, I realize those moments were shaping a story I didn’t yet understand. The…
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When Things Feel Different… But Nothing Looks Different
There’s a strange space you step into after something shifts. Not the moment you notice it—but the days that come after. When everything around you still looks the same. The same routines.The same places.The same conversations. But something doesn’t feel the same anymore. You move through your dayand catch yourself reacting differently. Something that would…
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The Morning You Realize Something Has Shifted
There are mornings that begin like any other. The same light easing in through the window.The same quiet hum of the house.The same cup of coffee, held the same way. Nothing looks different. And yet… something is. It’s not loud.It doesn’t happen all at once.There’s no single moment you can point to and say, this…
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The Quiet Moment When a Son Becomes a Man
There are moments in motherhood that feel loud. First steps.First words.The first day of school. But the moment a son becomes a man…often happens quietly. Sometimes it’s so quiet you almost miss it. One day they still feel like the little boy who used to fit perfectly in your arms. And the next, you look…
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A Quiet Place to Think
There are places that don’t ask anything from you. No noise.No expectations.No need to explain where you’ve been or where you’re going next. Just quiet. The kind of quiet that doesn’t feel empty…but full in a different way. It’s always been the place I’ve goneto clear my headto find a little peace again. I lay…
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When Change Begins Quietly
Some seasons do not announce themselves. They take shape gradually —in the gentler light of early mornings,in the way familiar places begin to feel slightly altered,in the quiet awareness that something within us has already begun to shift. Along the coast, spring is rarely sudden.It is first sensed in the stillness.In the softened weight of…
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The Quiet Way Life Begins Again
There is something about spring that feels almost sacred. Not because it arrives loudly.Not because it demands attention.But because it doesn’t. Spring comes quietly. At first, you hardly notice it at all.A softer morning light through the window.A breeze that no longer carries the sharp edge of winter.The faintest green returning to branches that once…
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From My Writing Desk
A quiet moment before the stories begin Some of my favorite moments happen early in the morning, before the day fully begins. The house is quiet.The coffee is still warm in my hands.And my journal sits open, waiting. Writing has always been where I gather my thoughts — the small moments that might otherwise slip…
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The Days Slip By Slowly… And Then All At Once
Motherhood is full of moments that feel ordinary while they’re happening. Packing lunches.Reading bedtime stories.Watching little feet run across the backyard. The rhythm of everyday life settles in quietly. And before long, those ordinary days begin to weave themselves into memories. When my boys were little, I never felt in a rush for them to…