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What if I don’t get on the plane?

My body cracked and popped as I gently entered the lime green office in my parents house. A twin mattress and an air mattress lay on the floor one holding my son, the other left open for me. Continue reading “What if I don’t get on the plane?”

Present Company Not Excluded

Hello everyone! It looks as if most of you are here so I would like to go ahead and get started.  Thank you for gathering on such short notice. Continue reading “Present Company Not Excluded”

I Cannot Raise the Dead

The truth is something you already knew deep in your own bones: Your ship is sinking. The life you lived before is the life you live no longer. Your life feels like a funeral, because there is part of you that is actually dying.”

Jonathan Martin How to Survive a Shipwreck

Joe arrived at my door dressed in khakis and a black polo shirt with the Mayflower logo.  Continue reading “I Cannot Raise the Dead”

Ecclesiastes

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. 

Ecclesiastes 3:1

The honeysuckles are lush along the roadside as I drive north from the house to the grocery store, the woods on either side reminding me of home—my old home. Continue reading “Ecclesiastes”

Still Moving

I square myself to the lateral metal file cabinets, each with three safety-interlocking drawers filled with project files. Folders are tabbed in alphabetical order by client name and year—the painstaking work of someone far more meticulous than me. Continue reading “Still Moving”

Choosing to Return

Salmon sculptures inlay the floors in swirling eddies of bronze and granite at Sea-Tac Airport. I’ve rushed over these fish many times as I’ve navigated a season of growth and vocational transition in Seattle. This time flying out of Seattle was different. This trip was the last trip.

Like most transitions, my move to Seattle wasn’t clean. Filled with uncertainty in the move, I’d intentionally left loose ends. My wary heart had ensured there was an exit plan. Continue reading “Choosing to Return”

Five O’Clock Friends

A few months ago my piano teacher asked me to pick out a song in the key of B flat major. Continue reading “Five O’Clock Friends”

Why Risk?

The first time someone realizes that I’m not from this area, curiousity immediately interrupts the conversation. The initial question is always asking about where I am from, Texas. Continue reading “Why Risk?”

Kindly Held.

Being embraced by others is sometimes a challenge for me. Continue reading “Kindly Held.”

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