New York

The Dog Days

Some days I think it would be a comfort to be the focus of a prophecy.

But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.

I haven’t been well enough to take a trip with a friend in three years.

I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have something left at the end of the day.

Blind tenacity doesn’t quite seem to fit this season.

I figured that she deserved to hear about one sunny day when I wasn’t in pain.

We do love Jesus. We do love people. But we are finding it harder and harder to love the church.

It’s an old house; it can’t be that secure, right?

Even if all I managed was driving to the patrol room and re-stocking my pack, I wasn’t going home to the couch.

With each stone I added, I thought of the people, places, and experiences that make me who I am