maybe you’re like me. maybe light has always hit friendship at a strange angle. i’ve always looked for the true friend, the real friend, the friend i could trust no matter what. and i’ve never found her. i’m watching my daughter play in the yard […]
i smell her hair. strawberry shortcake. thin arms and legs with a head too large for any human body. i inhale and wish for the scented air i remember from the doll of my youth. i would have taped that doll to my face like […]
the other day a trusted friend hurt my feelings. i have a long and complicated relationship with friendship. it seemed best to begin to plot my revenge immediately. i figured out the ways to protect myself and to hurt back. i felt better. i also […]
we walked in a world created in one woman’s imagination. it was a real place. we heard languages from around the world spoken around, all of us lost in a shared reality that has come to mean so much to so many. we’d seen this […]
before jesus ascended into heaven, he took a walk. he led his followers to bethany on the eastern slope of the mount of olives, a sabbath day’s journey, about a half mile. he blessed them, lifted his hands and bye. mary, martha and the resurrected […]
in a drawer, tucked away like a shirt, is the gospel. black and white beads on a thin string. my daughter made it in a sunday school class. its simplicity stole my heart. i put it away. reaching for a swimming suit i would see […]
sometimes the story of jesus christ can get old. you know it already. lived, died, rose again. you know the tenets. you understand that redemption of bad situations into good that in turn can touch and change the lives of others is god’s will on […]
i have a real problem. i’m nearly addicted to the approval of people. it’s strange. and it strangles. it has made me do things that i’m not proud of. i’ll be the fool. i’ll be the fool for you. for me, there is a thin […]
i’m opening the clasp between four fingers, just at the tips. it is delicate work putting on a necklace. silver on the very edge of nail and then it’s behind my back and in my mind’s eye where this smallest loop is waiting. it comes […]
i’m remembering last night. i’m remembering the tone of his voice when he interrupted me. i’m remembering the exasperated sighs when he had to do what i do all the time for children. i’m remembering his apology that seemed half-hearted. i’m making a list of […]