It’s been a long day. I’ve been telling myself we’ll make it to bedtime with everyone’s sanity and hearts intact. I’ve been telling myself we’re doing great and it’s ok to be a little tuckered out. I’ve been telling myself I’m just a little tense with the old nerves, it’s been a long day, you…
I sit on the dock in the middle of a storm, and I wait for the whisper to reassure me. Winds howl–like wolves hungry for satisfaction–and the waves of the lake slap at the edges of the cold metal dock. The lake is surprisingly bright for this midnight disaster. I lay my body down, too tired from the weight I’ve carried all day, and I let…
This week has exhausted and thrilled me. I had the chance to participate in the Hudson Valley Writing Program at SUNY New Paltz, mentoring eighteen enthusiastic teenage writers intent on honing their craft. It felt so good to be back in a classroom, near learning again. What is it within that thirsts for knowledge? If I could just be a student for the rest of…
As I look back on the past six months, I want to fall to my face and say thank you to God for letting me make it here. Back to the basics. Back to my knees. Back to being broken before the only One who can heal. For awhile there, I tried to make it as far as I could without looking back at Him.…
Coming back to this site feels like opening the door to a stranger’s attic, ascending the steep stairs, and rounding the corner to see the dust glitter in the sunlight. I smell the carpet, feel the warmth of the summer heat, see the tree through the round window as it scrapes its branches against the pane. But it’s not a stranger’s attic; it’s mine. And…
Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.
scribbling along since 2013