What do you see when you look outside your front window or every time you open the front door? My view is a beautiful brick home. A meticulously kept, pretty home with life and goodness draped around it. In that home is a family I admire. Their teenage daughter babysat for Isaiah once and their […]
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Writers’ Greed
On so many levels, this explains my intrepid spirit to go, do, be, feel, experience anything and everything. And simultaneously, the sardonic evil emotional twin that accompanies this. I would argue, however, that my writers’ greed has another contradicting face: the voracious need for community.
Praying for Brokenness: A Free Write on Catholicism, Death, and Community
There are many things I don’t blog about. For as much as I write about “my life” there are certain aspects that I keep offline and in the confines of my home. One of them is my work offline, my work as a minister for a Catholic church. It’s odd. For as much as I […]
I Was Careful, But Not Enough
8:00am The morning was strong, as I. And my stomach made noises as it did yesterday, but they were weakened, I observed. I tested it with crackers. Waited. Bathroom. I tested it again, water. Bathroom. I was determined to go on this trip, but worried about whatever had invaded my stomach yesterday. Dehydration was my […]