The Weakest Reed

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.

April 7, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson
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It’s not looking so good for those who have it all together.

This is the ugliest scar.  The one covered self-consciously, forearm drawn close over the vulnerable spot: I felt cast-off and forgotten.  And when I dusted myself off, I looked around to see that there was no one in particular to … Continue reading

April 23, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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When you wonder if you’ve buried the best of you…

It wasn’t that life had been idyllic before my mom left us, though I had been told that from the outside it appeared so.  There were certainly fault lines that our home had been built on. Generations of our family, … Continue reading

April 17, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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Walking Wounded

It has taken me a long time to recognize how my mother’s leaving impacted my life.  I knew it was painful and that it affected me somehow, but I think it has taken becoming a mother myself to recognize how … Continue reading