It's hot outside. There are birds perched on the telephone wire that is in line with the view from my window. It's bright and blue outside, and evidence of summer rests on the back of my neck and the place where my skin meets my hair. A matted mess. It's nowhere near Christmas time. But… Continue reading The Joy Set Before us
A couple of years ago, I think God told me to write a book. I say that, but I don't always know what that means. What I do know is that my scattered thoughts have made the most sense when they've been laid out on a page. I open up my head and my heart like a box of puzzle pieces and dump them onto the blank white space. Some need to be turned over and straightened out. We definitely need to start with the edge and corner pieces. And, when it's just about done, we'll go back in and fill in the missing places with the aha! pieces that were right in front of our faces the entire time.
"This is one of those things," he said. I wasn't sure what he meant but I cocked my head to the side, inclining an ear, offering him to explain why the piles and piles of dishes in the kitchen were one "one of those things". "Whenever I see this," he continued, "I think, man that… Continue reading Dirty Dishes
Two months ago I swung on a porch swing in the 70 degree, crispy California morning air. I took deep, sultry breaths. I smiled toward the busy hummingbird, who smiled back in his own way. I breathed a certain goodbye. Not that I'd never be back, but never back to that particular town as it… Continue reading Rooftop Perspective
I sat slumped over on the hardwood floor. The sun was shining in slanty lines across the corner of the house that wasn’t in boxes. I stared there instead of the top of the staircase, where the life we built over the past three years - the one built up of 22 years of two… Continue reading Beautiful Grief
I hope that hand-made wreath graces your front door. Your first front door, where family and friends—who are are mostly family—will come through and sit around your table, propped on elbows and leaning closer to listen above the murmurs of the people you love all around you and above your favorite song humming behind the… Continue reading Saturday Showers