After 32 years, it feels like something sacred
Our first house, like a bad suit, never fit the foundation. Gaps beside the basement window casings were revolving doors for mice and a collection of bugs. Bits...
Category: Life
If I were to do it all over again
Let me say this up front, (so as not to bore you with a tidy circular ending to this poem,) that if I were to do it all over again, there’s much I would do just...
Attend to the small truths of daily communion
When you’re fed the big lie, the best thing you can do to counter it is attend to the small truths of daily communion. Resist! these myths of reborn glory, thes...
To the forgiving victim
What if Easter is not about a vicarious substitution that saves me from a wrathful God, but about a forgiving victim that exposes my capacity for being part of ...