Tina L Porter
Tina L Porter

Of Trees, My Body, and Joy

Grace No Comment

At what point did I stop marveling at the abilities of my limbs to work in conjunction with each other to propel me up, over and forward. Or even backward. At what point did I lose joy in my body because it wasn’t “her” body. How old was I when self consciousness took over and I lost the ability to even dance like the leaves of the trees.

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Tina L Porter

I want you to read this book

Faith, Family, Food No Comment

I came away from this book wondering all the ways I used shame as my children were growing up—shaming them, shaming myself, amplifying the “bad” behavior. It’s only recently, as my children have become women, that I recognize all the signs of ignoring the why while focusing on how that why manifests.

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Tina L Porter
Tina L Porter

Watermelon Days

Family, Food No Comment

It was a chilly day for summer, but still I sat on the deck as the wind ruffled the pages of the book I was reading and tried (and failed) to keep the watermelon juice off the pages. I had cut the watermelon the way my mother always did: in half, then halving the half, […]

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Tina L Porter

What to Learn from a Murder of Crows?

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The crows woke me up this morning, yelling at each other from trees in my yard to those skimming the branches in the next door neighbor’s yard. It came to me, in that moment while I was waking, that this must be why a group of them is called “a murder.” I was certain they […]

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Tina L Porter

Frogs, Train Whistles and the Heart that Prays in sleep

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So hot today. Sticky hot today. Hair not working hot today. Went outdoors and sweat so quick and then back inside where the air nearly froze my skin to my clothes. And back outside. Home again, to dry clothes and a blanket against the air conditioning. And then that rain. No wait. First there was […]

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Tina L Porter

Not one picture

Grace No Comment

The bonfire was huge, lighting up our corner of the universe and the faces of the friends who gathered. But I didn’t take one picture. Earlier, when the sun was still up, but definitely at least at a 30 degree angle, there were more people than chairs, huddled around tables and make-shift conversation areas, laid […]

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Tina L Porter

What’s Beautiful Here

Beauty, Family, Love No Comment
What’s Beautiful Here

What’s beautiful here is a house whose furniture belongs in a house of old, old things and old, old people. Broken or nearly-so. Fragile fabrics, like thin skin, bruising at every brush of a knuckle or seemingly kind word. What’s beautiful here, where everything seems to be lightly stitched and held by twines and tufts […]

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Tina L Porter

Buoyancy

Beauty, Depression, Faith, Grace No Comment

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m sinking. Not bobbing up and down like I’m treading life, nor even my own weird little breast stroke toward a known shore. Just sinking, a teensy bit here and a teensy bit there. I can feel the tug on my ankles, on my spine, and even, sometimes, at the […]

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