“I’ll never pierce my cartilage. That is just gross.”
I said the words to my mother and sister with the absolute, undeniable certainty every 15-year-old possesses. Continue reading “Burning life scripts.”
The radio filled the silent spaces in our minds and in our van late Friday afternoon. It was the end of a long and trying week and a behavioral health center was the last place my son wanted to be visiting. Continue reading “Handprint”
The conversation that evening was sweet, as much a contributor to the celebration as the sumptuous meal and quiet candlelight at a favorite restaurant. My friend wanted to hear what had been significant for me in the year that was finishing and what I was looking forward to in the year ahead. As the evening progressed, I felt within a familiar awareness begin to build, calling me to pay attention. Continue reading “Coauthoring Meaning”
Introduction to Poetry
by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide Continue reading “Poetry, Donuts, and the Meaning of Life”
Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fullness over me
-S.Trevor Francis
“Where was he? Why didn’t he stop it? How could he let it happen?”
The words tumbled out of her mouth as we sat together holding the weight of her sexual abuse. My eyes stayed with her, committed to remaining in the tension of what can only be named as paradox. Continue reading “To Love and Be Loved.”
With great extravagance, I paid full price to see the same movie in the theater twice this year. It is the first time in my life I recall doing such a thing. My husband went a third time. Continue reading “Is this the Greatest Show?”
On the afternoon of February 14, my school was buzzing with more than the usual amount of middle school energy. Teachers had exchanged the school colors we usually wear on Wednesday for red attire in celebration of Valentine’s Day. Student council members were dressed up to deliver singing valentines to their classmates. The hallway was littered with scraps of foil from Hershey’s kisses, and girls carried long-stemmed carnations they had received that morning. Continue reading “Courage in the Contradictions”
You came, I knew that you would come
You sang, my heart it woke up
I’m not afraid, I see your face, I am alive
–Jonathan David and Melissa Helser
Are you done yet? I hurled the accusation at the sky. What more do you want? How much more can I take? Continue reading “A Story About Death and Resurrection”
One measly tick changed our lives when it bit my husband and infected our lives. Continue reading “Weathering Lyme”
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