Jean

Wail

This morning I finally said it out loud, the words of heresy I didn’t know were in me, words torn from my heart of hearts. I am tired of being a puppet in a story I don’t understand. I am tired of explaining for God. I felt the words scream out from me, felt the […]

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Gifts

Confession: I was up so late last night, three hundred and forty-two miles from home, that my brain is buzzing and my husband said to me “Are our phones goofing up? You sent me a text that apparently came in at x:xx. Were you really texting at that hour?” And I said “Yes.” In the strictest sense

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Travels

Confession: I’ve never met so many beautiful, polite, and tastefully-dressed people in my life. Charlottesville is a lovely town. This is me and me mum having caramel Café Au Lait on the Downtown Mall. I called it caffe ow late, but the barista never blinked. In my town I say sir and ma’am when the

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Light brown hair

Her world is receding, shrinking into a pale aqua cube with bright lights, lots of cords, an IV drip for every need, and a trio of inhabitants: herself, her husband, and her mother. The hospital staff are waiters and butlers, serving IV’s, checking the cords, and bowing themselves out. She is receding too. Like a babe

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Red

Confession: You already know this about me–sometimes I write about caterpillars when I can’t write about cataclysm. My grandfather is dying today (my only grandpa, pillar around which my earliest memories twine), and my sister is in the ER for the third time in a week (my only sister, oh my sister). I hold this

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Home again

Confession: I’m tired. And lazy. These days I would cheerfully sell all I have and give to the poor, whether or not I gained treasure in heaven. All I ask of life is lots of sleep and a leisurely cup of coffee when I awake. But what a lovely week I had! Highlights: Seeing Jean

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