Tilly Dillehay








I was rooting around in some old files and found quite a lot of old poems, most of them written between 2009 and 2011.  If I date my conversion to early 2010, then these poems literally surround the days that I stumbled and fought my way back into the faith […]

Poems from my youth




My two-year-old gave herself a haircut yesterday. The first thing she said when I came in the room and found her with the scissors in her hands was, “It was too brown.” Then, feeling around for justification when she saw my wide open mouth, she changed that to, “It—it—it was […]

Mamas: Lay down your life or have it taken from ...


When I was a little girl, I was absolutely content in my family’s material position. We lived in a variety of homes—city and country, rented and owned, renovated and rough. There were seasons when my parents were squeezed by the worry of not knowing where the ends would meet. But […]

Contentment in the face of plenty