White Water Rapids and Lipstick. Tricia Lott Williford December 23, 2013 7 Comments Robb and I went on a whitewater rafting trip when we had been married for a year or so. We… Read more
In the Cave Tricia Lott Williford December 22, 2013 7 Comments How are you holding up? What are you up to? I’m in bed. The short response worries me. Not good,… Read more
One Thousand Days Later Tricia Lott Williford December 22, 2013 6 Comments I don’t really know how it happened, since I have long loved Chris Tomlin. But somehow, I had never heard… Read more
Siberia, A Limousine, and the Cool Factor Tricia Lott Williford December 6, 2013 1 Comment There was this time? In seventh grade? On Valentine’s Day? When my dad picked me up from school in a… Read more
What I Learned on the Massage Table Tricia Lott Williford November 18, 2013 6 Comments I used to say that a trip to the grocery store sans children was just like a trip to the… Read more
Seven Feet of White Lit Brilliance. Tricia Lott Williford November 17, 2013 3 Comments I’m sitting in my papisan chair, the one that must be balanced against a corner of my writing studio or… Read more
Itchy Tricia Lott Williford November 16, 2013 2 Comments Prompt: “Write about feeling Itchy.” The summer before tenth grade, I decided to make a few extra bucks by weeding… Read more
S-P-I-R-I-T – SPIRIT. Tricia Lott Williford September 20, 2013 1 Comment Tonight, I will take the boys to their first high school football game. They will see the crowds, smell the… Read more
I’m Mad at My Kindergarten Teacher Tricia Lott Williford September 17, 2013 5 Comments What do I remember about kindergarten? Instantly, I feel a knot in my stomach that accompanied me to school each… Read more
Truly Something. Tricia Lott Williford September 16, 2013 1 Comment “What was the first thing you noticed about your spouse?” The women are seated on one side of the… Read more
Heavy. Tricia Lott Williford September 4, 2013 3 Comments I looked at pictures of him. Alive. Playing with my sons, tossing them into the pool as they giggled with… Read more
“Oh, yeah. That so happened to me, too.” Tricia Lott Williford August 28, 2013 1 Comment Jack stopped by to show us the brand new red cast on his arm. Evidence of a battle wound when… Read more
Happy Birthday, My Love. Tricia Lott Williford August 27, 2013 8 Comments I am taking two little boys out of school in the middle of the day. We will have root beer… Read more
Jeans, Today and Tomorrow: It’s good to be an Adult. Tricia Lott Williford August 26, 2013 2 Comments There was a careful algorithm, in sixth, seventh and eighth grade, to choose my clothes for the following day. Oh,… Read more
TGI Fridays and Saved by the Bell Tricia Lott Williford August 17, 2013 1 Comment I’m on a date with myself. Which means I’m going to act like I’m on a date with someone important… Read more
Like Father, Like Son. Tricia Lott Williford August 11, 2013 1 Comment As we left church today, Tucker held the door for me. And as I passed by, I heard myself say,… Read more
Birthday Cake Tricia Lott Williford July 24, 2013 2 Comments Sometimes I’m not sure if I really remember something because it’s genuinely my memory, or if it’s because I’ve heard… Read more
Closing a Gap isn’t Healing a Wound Tricia Lott Williford July 20, 2013 9 Comments I cannot think. I cannot. I can only cry. Darkness. Hopeless. Two and a half years later. Time has… Read more
Looking Anywhere Else Tricia Lott Williford July 19, 2013 3 Comments When I miss Robb more than I can stand, when I can’t bear to look it in the face, I… Read more
Just In Case Tricia Lott Williford July 16, 2013 No Comments You know that faithful caution that’s outside elevators? In case of fire, use stairs. When I was a little girl,… Read more
