let me show you a beautiful thing

let me show you a beautiful thing

i lived in three houses as a girl. the very first one stays with me as the truest home.  patton street.  ten years of growing up.  ten years of not knowing anything but 7702 patton in detroit, michigan. i don’t know when it started but […]

175 years isn’t enough

175 years isn’t enough

pain doesn’t like to be looked at straight on.  it’ll distract and deflect and will look in any direction except back into your eyes. that’s what that judge was doing.  she forced pain to sit down in a chair and held its face forward, refusing […]

a fairytale they say

the snow started coming down and eleanor wanted to build a snowman with her dad.  she waited patiently.  she let her wishes be known.  she left the request on her father’s ear. we were busy.  abe had a dance on friday night.  saturday was special […]

tune my heart

it was a gas station.  we’d driven hours with three kids close and now one of them had to use the bathroom. joshua was pumping gas and i thought i’d just send her in by herself.  i wanted to be done. i didn’t want to […]

your life on the scale

The Lord hates dishonest scales,     but he is pleased with honest weights. ~ Proverbs 11:1 i remember when i got that this verse wasn’t about weights and scales.  i was sitting in my parent’s backyard at their picnic table.  my mother’s garden is the literal well-watered garden. […]

detroit is smarter than you

well, not too many of you picked up the gauntlet to write your own stories out.  i feel a little like i did that day with the friend i wrote about.  telling you my deep, dark secrets only to be met with silence. but that’s […]

the surface of the waters

“the vision god gives is not a castle in the air, but a vision of what god wants you to be. let him put you on his wheel and whirl you as he likes, and as sure as god is god and you are you, […]

fathers and god

when i was a little girl i had an invisible sign on my back that some children were able to read. it said – afraid. one winter, three boys that specialized in reading invisible ink followed me home two days running. i walked by myself […]

where community ends

“perfection is overrated.” she said this quick before another thought and kept talking. i sat next to her in my living room and didn’t hear anything else she said. this woman had begun to symbolize perfection to me and i didn’t really even know her. […]

consider it, neighbor

there are a couple of finer points in genesis that i just don’t understand. one – the tree of life.  sure, there was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, but god seemed to not want adam and eve anywhere near the tree […]