writing in the margins of life
It's the warmest winter in our small town since the 80's and my southern heart is not complaining. There is no snow on the ground, no ice scrapers being pulled out when we leave the house, and the sun is shining brightly. The weather outdoors mirrors that inside of me. Warm, bright, and hopeful. All [...]
There is something incredibly natural and soothing about a baby sleeping peacefully in the arms of the one caring for him, and this morning something very convicting. He does not raise his head to question whether my grip is strong enough to hold him if he squirms. He does not hold onto me as if [...]
The morning light was still hours away from creeping through our windows yesterday morning when I woke up and stumbled downstairs to the coffee pot at five o'clock. Rubbing my eyes thoroughly and rummaging through the fridge to find the creamer helped wake me up and by the time I curled up in my usual [...]
Our backyard is full of trees that seem to burst with life and greenery in the summertime. There is a little cove in the back right corner where the branches seem to envelop two teal lawn chairs and when you sit up there, watching the sun fade behind the house, it's pure magic. The squirrels [...]
When you walk into my room, the five shelf book case on the wall across from my doorway is the first thing you'll see. It used to be organized by color. The blue section was the largest of course, because I feel that blue books are just a wee bit more magical than any other [...]
The breeze blew softly as I sat on the porch and turned the page of captivating novel. Page after page detailed a land I had never set foot on, never seen, never even considered. I saw the rivers come into view, felt the cool wind, and smelled the plants that were entirely foreign to me, [...]
I suppose Mrs. Allan is too old to dance and sing and of course it wouldn't be dignified for a minister's wife. But I can just feel she's glad to be a Christian and that she'd be one even if she could get to heaven without it. Anne of Green Gables Anne of Green Gables [...]
It's early morning. My coffee sits in the window sill of my Dad's office, which happens to be my favorite room in the whole house. No one else has woken up yet, and there's a precious stillness around me. I turned on some soft instrumental music and the morning seems calm and quiet. But it [...]
I am a very easily frightened person. My biggest fear, is... balloons. It's ridiculous, right? What is so terrifying about a little piece of latex filled with air? I'm also afraid of change, good or bad. Also ridiculous, am I right? Believe me, I know. What's even more ridiculous, is that the thing that scares [...]
Oh, how I love New Years Eve. I always have, and as I've gotten older, I have begun to understand why. I like fresh starts, I like getting organized, I like new beginnings, and new days with "no mistakes in them...yet." (Cool people will picture their favorite Canadian red-head right about now.) What better time [...]
Madelyn Istrate 