More Diaries of a Traveling Therapist
I stepped forward, asking, “Llamas are the ones that spit, right?”
Category Archives: Arizona
Recalculating Route
“You guys definitely are through the worst of it. So you should be alright. You’ve got four wheel drive right?”
Diaries of a Traveling Therapist
I have gagged on the suffocating stench emanating from chicken farms down the road from one of my client’s schools. Each day is truly a new and unique day.
Porcelain Nightmare
I located the shutoff valve on the piping and gave it a twist.
First Drafts
My real fear is not that someone will think that I write poorly, but that people will think I write without having anything to say.
Aura-n’t You Glad This Didn’t Happen to You?
I decided on aura photography because it is decently priced, comes with tangible evidence, and reminds me of Tapenga from Boy Meets World.
A Penny for your Evangelism
“YOU DESERVE HELL.” The murmurs that skittered through our classroom when that sign marched to the front row drew the attention of the professor.
Looking Back
I was inexplicably tired, unable to focus, and uncertain how I would ever get everything done. I wondered, briefly, why I had chosen such a difficult path.
Blood of a Thief
On the way out of the house, the thief’s bleeding hand had grabbed my Bible from where it lay on the floor. There’s a story inside it, one that I hope they read.
