hi there.
i’ve been writing a lot. today i sit on my front porch and smell honeysuckle. there’s a cardinal up there in the tree and he’s singing red. I’m not sure how long this idea of writing will loom in front of me seductive like a siren song, but it ain’t going away. i wake [...]
when something is broken, you throw it out. or you fix it. or you imagine you’ll fix it and it sits, untouched, for a long time until you throw it out.
relating to jesus is not the process of discerning your brokenness and then getting down to the business of fixing yourself up with god’s help. [...]
it is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart. — ecc. 7:2
there is a logic that doesn’t make sense. it’s the sacrifice and the embracing of the end of our lives [...]
my father exhorted me to find the spiritual side of puking. i had to hang up because he started to make me nauseas. we’ve been a little sick around here.
it has been staggering outside. the blue blinds and the green dizzies. the sun highlighting everything. it’s too much for a sick one. the weak one [...]
Some days find me in the kitchen all day long. Breakfast table set like the dinner table and everyone gathered around.
Cooking must be therapeutic or a retreat, because why else would i do it? I retreat. I look for mental help. Why does rising dough dusted with flour soothe? Why does the soup bubbling and [...]
