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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]