by Ashley Larkin | Nov 11, 2013 | Community, Concrete Words, Faith, Favorite posts, Grace, Love, Redemption, Surrender, Truth-telling
On this November 11th, I wake thinking of my father-in-law — my husband’s father, who I was just two months shy of meeting. The proudly full-blooded Irishman with the big voice and larger than life presence, the loving father of four boys. Passionate...
by Ashley Larkin | Oct 26, 2013 | 31 Days 2013: Right Here, Childhood, Family, Favorite posts, Grace, Mothering, Parenting, Perspective, Sorrow
They arrive in their black and white, masquerade masks, bear and unicorn heads, short dresses over leggings, sweatshirts, ties over dress shirts, middle school dance anxieties. I stand behind the food table and the bowls of candy, Doritos, Kettle chips, donut holes...
by Ashley Larkin | Sep 9, 2013 | Childhood, Faith, Family, Favorite posts, Fear, Perspective, Surrender
My mother helped make me an artist because she taught me to see as one struck by wonder. Through her eyes, I first treasured thistle’s down and oak’s curved limb, leaf’s shadow and bird’s wing, the shapes of clouds and the kind of smiles made only with eyes. My mother...
by Ashley Larkin | Aug 15, 2013 | Faith, Favorite posts, Hope, Imperfect Prose, Mothering, One Word: Trust, Perfectionism, Surrender, Trust
I write a bit how I live — with some planning and dedication and a whole lot of flying by the seat of my pants. I work in the scraps and snatches of time I can find between the laundry and the school supply shopping, the running through the sprinkler and the...
by Ashley Larkin | Jun 5, 2013 | Childhood, Faith, Favorite posts, One Word: Trust, Surrender, Trust, Truth-telling
I started biting my nails when I was four or five, maybe. I’m sure my folks tried to encourage me to stop with talk of the pretty nails I would have if I just let them be so they could grow. I’m sure they taught me about better things I could do to keep my...
by Ashley Larkin | May 30, 2013 | Amusings, Childhood, Family, Favorite posts, Mothering
Sometimes you don’t write for nearly a week and it’s not because anything’s wrong, it’s only because you don’t want to talk for no reason. But then your house is empty for a moment, and you long to hear the keys tapping again, and...
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