poet.singer.theologian
The pale pink sign grabbed my attention with racks of “Red Dot Items $1” and boxes of shoes and books with the same signs placed out front of the door. I was coming from an appointment with my Hand Specialist in Boca Raton (having broken my finger in September), stopping by Trader Joe’s to grab…
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New Birth I lost more of my mind than I did my hair when you first came out, water-logged and anxious, a bit like your mother. I cared little for social graces and faces appearing to peck at the chores and leave leftovers at my door. I needed sleep like a memory foam bra lifting…
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I head to the coffee bean hopper and turn on the grinder, filling my steel pot with water and fetch a brown, square filter for my Chemex. As I slowly pour the steaming water over the fresh grounds, I review my steps for the day, sorting through the tasks and plans, praying for clarity and…
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I see mothers of the ages, of all cultures, of all times, carrying torches, lighting the darkness, soothing the future with hummed lullabies. They carve their way in beautiful strength with faith and song, waiting….watching….warding…waiting… staying the course with never-ending grace. Stalwarts of elegance, extend your hands, don your mantles and dance. Oh how God’s heart…
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I stared at her angelic form swaddled beneath the moonlit window. She was so sweet, so small, so fragile. Who was I to bear the responsibility of her, to soothe her fevers and give her direction, to train her and teach her about what it means to be human and live in a broken world?…
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It’s midnight and my phone rings. My body reacts before thoughts reawaken to read the words flashing on the screen: NICU Methodist Hospital. “Hi Mrs. Folsom, my name is Rose, and I am taking care of your boy, Arthur. Just wanted to let you know we have moved him back into NICU and finally have him…
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“Who’s picking up the Donuts?!” I wondered as the surgeon’s scalpel freed two 30-week old boys from my uterus. It was August, my best friend was in town for the weekend, and I had pre-ordered donuts from The Ginger Snap, who has since closed up shop and moved to California, to celebrate staying pregnant for four…
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“There is no try. You do, or do not.” -Yoda, from The Empire Strikes Back Wow, Summer is finished! Anyone else feel like it flew by in about three winks? We had a lot going on, the finish of my husband’s first semester in medical school, a visit from my aunt whom we lovingly refer to…
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I see you. Haven’t worn makeup in days, beginning to wonder if your skin will look exhausted forever. You’re taking care of little ones, managing epic amounts of messes, laundry, poop, sweat (if you live on an island like me and don’t have A/C in your house), and feeding needs, so you feel wrung out,…
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Places are a lot like people; you lean into the good parts and forgive the bad. This is a continual posture, not a sanction. I think of this as bowing down, not in worship, but in a choice to honor with grace. I am not interested in hierarchy, or teaching this place or person a…
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Kelsi Folsom 