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"It’s not brave to have answers. It’s brave to watch them get erased, obliterated, rubbed out with a half-chewed cheap eraser on the end of a #2 pencil, the kind that leaves black nasty smudges in the wake of that math formula that should have contained, as promised,...
I'm frozen in time. Actually, frozen on my couch somewhere between working on a series of paintings and climbing on my elliptical. I was thinking about inertia—that stuff smart people say when they're explaining that an object in motion stays in motion, and an object...
The rain splashes against the window like tears. The past creeps in like flickering shadows and I am thinking of it again. I no longer ask why bad things happen. In retrospect, I can see how God turned what others meant for evil to good and my sin into something else....
"As you make art or write, the process is a container for awareness. Everything that rises up—judgments, blocks, insights—is a reflection of the whole of your life." Christine Valters Paintner in The Artist's Rule I sat in the corner of my kitchen yesterday morning...
My grandmother is the eternal matriarch, the kind that says exactly what's on...
“Thin places,” the Celts call this space, Both seen and unseen, Where the door...
Have I mentioned that I'm married to a Preacher? And not just any preacher,...
We were driving home Sunday night, tired from an exciting day of Easter and...
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