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Beads and Ashes

We drove past house after house set high on pillars to protect from future hurricane storm surges.

Growing up is just a matter of noticing the neighbors.

“No kids, but four nieces.”
“Well, it’s different when it’s your own kids.”

The chance that something I’ve written could be made better paralyzes me into never wanting to publish anything at all. Where’s the joy in that?

This passage is not just about presence but also about the absence that is to come. What the disciples will miss.

by Lauren Cole | Mar 11, 2022 | 1 comment

It was the worst writer’s block I’ve experienced—not even like pushing a boulder up a hill but like pushing against a wall.

I’m pretty sure this one is McDonald’s’ fault.

I became used to telling people about the bridges I burned, but that’s not quite right.

by Josh Parks | Mar 8, 2022 | 1 comment

Nearly all sound consists of God and dew.

And so I watched the first game, where we lost spectacularly with a score of 10-0.