On Running from Goats (and Other Scary Things)
I hadn’t planned on landing in Bend, Oregon and instantly feeling like I had found home, but I did.
Orphan Day
Caroline and I lock eyes over Bea’s back: “Jackpot!”
Heap of Ruins
Here, somewhere between the house of God, where God’s presence dwells, and a heap of ruins. Call on the name of the Lord.
Hard as Flint
DEQ spokesman Brad Wurfel stepped down too, probably because who wants to talk to the media, the public, the citizens of Flint, and the POTUS after your department “misinterpreted the water safety regulations?”
What I’m Doing Instead Of New Year’s Resolutions (And How It’s Going So Far)
So rather than make a list of tasks to chase this year, I made a list of people to be. This year isn’t going to be about performing a longer to-do list. It’s about becoming a different person.
The Crow, The Mole, The Hare, The Fleas, The Otter, and the Bumblebees
One summer when the air was hot, / The sort of heat not soon forgot; / Beneath a heavy reddish sky, / A river and a lake ran dry.
See the Door?
She was writing on the whiteboard when the agreed upon time came. She turned around to find all nineteen students in the class at their desks, blankly staring at her with metal spoons pointed upward in our closed fists.
The Book Thief
Sometimes I imagine my own literary cross section. If years from now my brain were to be halved, splinters of Steinbeck and jumbled letters of Lewis would tumble out.
Sportsthings
There is something gladiatorial about watching two players march onto the court before a roaring, royalty-studded crowd and knowing that only one will prevail
Binders Full of Men
Finally, I have reached the pinnacle. This is what we have been waiting for for so long. A world without men. A world ruled by women. No longer under the thumb of the patriarchy, we are free to keep our floral soaps by the sink.
