Walking Toward Easter

Walking Toward Easter

The road is familiar. I have walked it before. Palm branches once lined the path, waving in the air, tossed to the ground. Hosanna rang out in voices eager for a king—one who would overthrow, who would establish, who would fix. But their cries faded. Their...
the month of march*

the month of march*

this march reminds me of that march. the month my mind changed. the month my brain weakened. the month my world shifted. the month my life switched.  i don’t remember all the moments. memories are fog,  broken pieces, puzzle parts lost. i remember many of the...
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

As I’m writing this blog I’m listening to “Pilgrim,” a song by John Mark McMillan. The lyrics remind me of my mood while I was writing chapter five in my book Things We’ve Handed Down: Twelve Letters I Leave for You.  Like each chapter in this book, I wrote about my...