by Ashley Larkin | May 28, 2014 | Hope, Poetry, Redemption, Truth-telling
We’re creaky, a little worse for wear, orangey rough sharp edges. When you open us up like gates, we make a racket and feel some embarrassed, like maybe we should have buffed out the bumpy parts and greased the creaky parts and put out shiny best, but you and...
by Ashley Larkin | May 15, 2014 | Childhood, Fear, Hope, Imperfect Prose, Mothering, One Word: Seek, Perspective, Tell His Story
We worry, in fact it brings tears right to the eyes this nagging feeling that these small lives don’t matter we know their small lives do with their bellies needing food and their potty accidents, their little hearts and eyes crying out, see me, and i need the...
by Ashley Larkin | May 12, 2014 | Faith, Family, Hope, Mothering, One Word: Seek, Open endings, Perspective
I reach into the laundry basket of clean clothes that’s been sitting here for the last four days, pull out the boxer shorts and see again the identical gray and black checked pairs and wonder how I didn’t notice that I was buying two that were exactly the...
by Ashley Larkin | May 2, 2014 | Faith, Grace, Hope, Mothering, Redemption, Surrender
I grabbed my keys and wallet and bounded toward the door. “Mama, my swimsuit is in the sink, and I need to spit out my toothpaste!” the five-year-old called from the top of the stairs. I stomped back into the bathroom, not making eye contact with any of...
by Ashley Larkin | Feb 6, 2014 | Faith, Hope, One Word: Seek, Open endings, Perspective, Poetry
She pushes past coats in the wardrobe, like Lucy seeking light from the lamp post that stands stalwart, looks to the whirl of flakes in that hidden place, the unfolding mystery of choreography It’s a struggle to the center of things because this room with wood...
by Ashley Larkin | Jan 31, 2014 | Faith, Five Minute Friday, Gratitude, Hope, Joy, Sorrow
I wouldn’t say he swept in to save me. It felt more a remembering kind of seeing — a peace that started in the belly and moved to limbs, fingers, toes. Thirteen years old, sorrow filled, downright hating myself, knowing I couldn’t keep living like...
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