writing about the vineyard

i went to a wedding last month.  the church was in the middle of nowhere.  mazzy and i drove miles and miles through fields of corn and vineyards.  the western side of michigan has vineyards.  rows and rows of grapes waiting to be turned into something else. or maybe not.  maybe they’ll stay grapes.  maybe

writing lonely stories

writing is ministering, pastoring, chaplaincy. i come to you and trace my scars with a fingertip.  i show you the map of me and at the same time you see that i’m healed up now, that i’m still here, that i’m okay. and so are you. for a long time, writing was a mirror.  the

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the stories we tell

i ended up outside. sometimes early january is friendly to outside morning dwellers.  this happens very rarely in michigan.  i still almost don’t believe it. the water was still and the city was so quiet.  i had to take a picture. i haven’t done this so much anymore. take pictures, write down my thoughts. i

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building a platform

i started writing this blog with no end in mind. i’ve always written.  ever since i was little and the blank, yellow page seemed safer than any other place.  i’ve got thirty journals for people to burn after i die. then came the internet. i lived in a small town in ohio when i wrote

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hope and harry potter

He wanted it to be true. He read all seven books.  He watched all eight movies.  He needed Hogwarts to be so. He got his parents to take him to the train station in Chicago.  It was the closest one to Detroit.  But there weren’t any platforms.  That didn’t stop him from running headlong into

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what i’ll do instead

“the normal kids use these.”   mazzy’s classmate says this to me. she says it in the music room.  she says it without much thought because there is normal and then there is her – her friends, her class. i am kind of stunned and so i don’t say it quick like i should, the

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in and of itself

i’m hoping to make a sacrifice, i’m hoping to make some time. distractions abound and i find myself racing towards them.  thankful lists compiling activity and people fall short of the kind of gratitude i’m lacking as of late. but i’m not so sure i can pull it off. well then, how about a minute

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