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.
Josh Coblentz writes: “Easter has not yet rooted out the reality of death and isolation which continue to wreak havoc in the world…”
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.
I cried with friends. I talked to Ryan. I spent time luxuriating in the sun.
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 […]