Five Hundred Words on Twenty-Six Years of Failed Writing Goals
Numbers have a surprising tyranny over me, a word person.
Numbers have a surprising tyranny over me, a word person.
How do you grieve for someone who you hardly know?
I feel a stiffening worry that the newness will turn sour, that everything will go wrong.
From the first day I started spiritual direction, I wanted to be a spiritual director myself.
She’s just a bear. A bear that did cocaine. It’s not her fault.
These five probably have the most scribbles of delight. So good! Make in June. Perfect for sick days.
“If my life can change,” Dan said with his actions and life, “so can yours.”
No one else can carry me to the finish line.
I want to be kind to the land where I live, to work alongside the more-than-human people in my community, as well as the human people in my community.