by Abigail Rudibaugh What makes marriage beautiful is your spouse pointing out— after ten years together— that you rearrange furniture to cope with your stress. Or that, you realize she really likes not having a plan, but you having one that she avoids until she needs it— and you already know, she will. What makes […]
In light of Monday’s poem, I have so many thoughts, but I think this Chinese proverb holds so much weight and promise on its own. It says, “Women hold up half the sky.” Women. Are strong enough to hold. HALF. The sky. Maybe it’s because I’m raising two young girls, or maybe because I keep […]
By Abigail Rudibaugh I see a million women walking around Underground like gold needing to be found. But the erosion is working and those nuggets Are peeking out— shiny and good on the shore— the unburied words, thoughts, and acts that pour forth only make me want to find more.
by Abigail Rudibaugh So many people telling you how to meal plan and clean house so you can have more time to read, more how to’s. So many people telling you how to fill your time well so your life’s (error) margin is small and your crowns in heaven large. Meanwhile, your daughter is asking […]
“So, where are you going with this?” A random poem and a new account sound like a cocktail recipe for failure. Yet, here I am with a handful of poems and ponderings (hii 👋🏼) that I have wanted to talk about for years. If you know me, you know I love a good poem— the […]
by Abigail Rudibaugh A crane joins me on the shoreline as the waves try to tag us—each one further than the last (but I notice they sometimes slow down to rest) and I slow down to listen. The boats in front of us become like magnets pulling together to share their morning greetings with each […]