Cleaning out the Closet
It started with the hall closet. Then came the pantry, the fridge, the freezer and the linen closet. It’s like all those jokes about book writing or really any daunting, looming task. As soon as you’re under a deadline or you know you really need to do...
When You Need to Know the Story Isn’t Over
It’s been a hard day. That seems like an awful way to start a blog post, but it’s the first thing that comes to mind, and also? It’s the truth. Last night, a few minutes after the Good Friday service, a friend asked if I had anything planned for the...
The Writing on the Wall
A note, before I open the story I’ve held close. I drafted most of these words last week, while still in Alabama. I had to put this post on hold due to unforeseen circumstances. It’s now March 20th and I’m in Florida, home for tests and to be with...
heal the wound… but leave the scar
“I wonder if she’ll notice…” There’s a long scar straight down the back of my head, reaching up from the base of my neck. Last week I sat in a black swivel chair, my face reflecting back to me in the mirror as a kind and friendly stranger...
look for the light
It isn’t even slightly unusual for me to receive several “stop what you’re doing right now and go look at the moon!!!” texts in one night. My people know me well. They’ve traveled enough roads with me to understand the joy their text will...
A book for the broken hopefuls… Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
