You Can Sit with Me, but Please Don’t Speak

The people we look up to - Dolly Parton, Tina Turner, Prince, Maya Angelou, Rachel Held-Evans, Neil Peart, John Lewis, Betty White, Bell Hooks, Jimmy Carter, Harper Lee, Jóhann Jóhannsson, there are so many - have and are dying. I'm left with a hundred holes. And, I can't help but consider that when they leave, … Continue reading You Can Sit with Me, but Please Don’t Speak →

Three Days

Precious and Holy Father, My mouth feels full of sand. My gut is heavy as concrete. I taste bile and blood. I awoke yesterday with such hope and joy. Like a child the morning of Christmas Eve knowing that incredible presents are coming wrapped in brilliant paper and bows. And as I cry … Continue reading Three Days →