I brush the hair from my mouth and eyes, pull hands up into sweatshirt sleeves, and lean into the wind as we trudge up the path. We gather under the pavilion to struggle into harnesses, clip heavy ropes to anchor loops, tighten helmets. I feel much less brave than I...
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lessons from the kitchen {on rising}
[serialposts]I come from a long line of food lovers, and some of my strongest memories are connected to family kitchens I remember in snap-shot snippets. It's no surprise to me that I feel closest to God when I bake. It was only last year when I felt Him smile at me...
when you think you’re just josiah
We're at Steak 'n Shake. "Takhomasak," gleams the neon sign over the counter. It was years before I "got" it. I'd frown. "Tahk'-oh-mah'-sak." I'd say it slow. I'd say it fast. It sounded Japanese. "Car, table, counter, or takhomasak?" Ooooh. "Take home a sack." Duh!...
all i have seen…
It’s hard work these days – with joints that flare and lungs that clog - to leave the comforts of home, so if you ask me why I’m compelled to push through the pain and hobble about with a camera, the short answer is this... For his invisible attributes, namely, his...
time to stand and stare
It's the morning after the morning we remembered the mourning and celebrated...
in which i stretch out my palms
I stretch out on the blue carpet in front of the family room fireplace, palms...
pondering a fall
She'd just climbed up and in when it fell apart and down. The neighbor man...
a fragrant offering
"O Lord and Master of my life, take from me the spirit of sloth, despair, lust...
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