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Sophonie, she scratches words on peach-colored concrete with a sliver of yellow chalk. She points to them and then to herself. "God. Me. Father. Mother." I brim and pull her close. "Yes. God. He's your father and your mother." And He's enough. Jeffrey's fifteen, he...
I've had months to get ready. But I'm not ready. I google "animals in Haiti," "birds in Haiti," "snakes in Haiti." and "Haitian culture." I immerse myself in Flickr'ed blue and red and green and pink gingerbread architecture and cough from dust rising in YouTube...
All moments funnel into one, swirl faster in eye-blurring fury and collide, shatter in slow motion. Metal against metal. I see the bike spin and slide across the concrete. D slams the car to a stop in the middle of the road and leaps out. I freeze in my seat,...
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to the southeast, and a sparrow lands on a bare branch just outside my window. I peel back the Target-bought shabby chic quilt, the white one striped with pink roses, and slide from between crisp...
In you, Lord my God, I put my trust. ~Psalm 25:1 (NIV) We stopped at a dingy...
The moon drops into the west like a giant grapefruit this morning, while the...
He tells us beside the Frio's flow, in his talk on The Care and Feeding of...
Some days are way weary. This is one of them. Its wonder's wedged in the dusty...
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