Dead bugs and elbow grease in the chapter of March
In the Book of Our Lord 2022, it suddenly occurred to Shari Zook that she had once again been living her life by sheer elbow grease.
Dead bugs and elbow grease in the chapter of March Read More »
In the Book of Our Lord 2022, it suddenly occurred to Shari Zook that she had once again been living her life by sheer elbow grease.
Dead bugs and elbow grease in the chapter of March Read More »
Both of my last two blog posts are true pictures of my family. There is great pain and great beauty side by side in my home.
My response: Running Read More »
Josh Coblentz writes: “Easter has not yet rooted out the reality of death and isolation which continue to wreak havoc in the world…”
Easter broken: an addendum Read More »
I have a severe case of poison ivy on my wrist, and a new set of daffodils blooming in my flowerbeds.
I have never seen a man’s back worn to shreds by a cruel whip, but I have seen crisscrossed lines of despair in the wrists of a friend.
What I saw: Good Friday reflections Read More »
I cried with friends. I talked to Ryan. I spent time luxuriating in the sun.
The perfect spring day Read More »
Thank you so much for your kind words this week. I liked hearing from you, and in everything that you are experiencing I wish you joy. <3 I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago, a wrinkled and graying self-portrait. I wrote it but could not bring myself to publish it; I feared shocking
A word from the aged: How you’ll know Read More »
Confession: I told you I miscarried a tiny baby last January. I didn’t tell you the rest of the story. Of necessity, this post contains personal details I would not normally share publicly. There are not many; I have been as discreet as I could. But I ask, especially if you are male, that you
The rest of the story Read More »
March comes in like a lion and does not go out like a lamb. March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lion. March comes in like a lion and goes out like a bear. March comes in like a lion and goes out like a tiger. March comes in like a
Marching toward spring Read More »
I feared Him cruel He holds out the spoon and I taste Unexpected, unwarranted, unnecessary hope And He pulls away an empty spoon A smooth and swift dissolving on the tongue is all I feel in vain for the solid thing Healing for a friend, joy in the morning, babies given and not taken away