Failure’s Transforming Power

Failure’s Transforming Power

Sitting in the sand, I buried my 5-year-old eyes in my knees. I wasn’t hurt, but I was embarrassed that I had fallen. My trainer tried helping me up, but I wanted to wait for my mom to climb through the wooden, split-rail fence. When she got to me, she said, “You have...
Mending

Mending

There’s a pile in my closet:                 a skirt too small,                 a shirt too stained,                 pants too worn. They wait, expectantly, for a transformation, for deft scissors and clever thread, a re-imagination of grace. But I hang in the moment...

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