I dreamt of loss last night, I don’t even remember of what. I don’t even know that what was lost showed itself as anything more than a shadow. It was a faceless lingering heaviness, a hollowness, a hand that let go, an unceremonious goodbye. When… Read More
It’s 9:30 on a summer morning and I have wandered in and out of my kitchen no less than four times. I’m puttering, really. Lifting cereal bowls and dumping the residual milk down the drain. Brushing Cheerios dust from the counter top. Looking out the… Read More
I was awake at four this morning, puttering around my home, restless. Restless soul. Restless mind. Restless heart. I read the word J O Y. It was hanging up across the room from me, nudging me into the spirit of the season in holly and jolly… Read More
I’m sitting in the grey light of a Friday morning, at the tail end of a week when it has rained and monsoon like winds have gusted, shaking down the the final bursts of autumn color. It’s the tipping point of the year, the final… Read More
My daughters do it, naturally. My sons too. On long walks, in parking lots, while running across a playground, during tense scenes in a movie, while sitting beside me in church, while jumping up and down, while passing through the automatic doors of Walmart. It’s a… Read More
On Easter Sunday, between early morning egg hunting and setting up for a church brunch and the start of the morning service, I walked into the quiet sanctuary, stared up at the green projector image proclaiming in simple and neat font: He is risen! And… Read More
It’s nine in the morning and I walked out with my camera to see the aftermath. Because I’m nosy. Because it was the house just on the other side of my neighbor. Because I was awoken by a barking dog and a curious husband and… Read More
I believe you make all things new. It’s spring, and though I awoke to drizzle and ice and fresh snow on my lawn, I believe still in the newness of the day, in the warmth of the sunlight, in the hope of new, green, life… Read More
I had a dream last night. It doesn’t happen often that I wake, still remembering. It’s even more rare to not have it fade away to little more than an inexplicable feeling or a sort-of-there-but-not emotion, by the time the coffee is done brewing. But this… Read More
It’s eight in the morning and the dishes from taco night are still piled in the sink. I skate across a pond of spilled orange juice. I see Evaline, dressed as Belle and clenching a fistful of juice-drenched tissues. The kids had a sleepover last night… Read More
The Frozen Moon 