once in seventh grade I think our teacher gave us a page of words without punctuation or capital letters and we had to figure out where the sentences were and how to make sense of the words the words could be divided up in more ways than one sort of
an abandoned house falls down from neglect it’s true I’ve seen it happen loneliness rots the wood emptiness eats away the foundation like a termite keep a house habitated and it won’t wear out as long as there are feet on the floor voices in the hall
that would be a good title for your book about depression she said, as if it were something I could come home and put into words that could one day be pulled from the shelf she knows I have it in me my darkness has ebbed and flowed like the
I know what the voice of God sounds like. I heard it at church this morning when our pre-kindergarten and kindergarten age children led us in our prayer of confession as a part of our worship service celebrating our children. Five or six little munchkins stood at the front
I came home from writing yesterday to find a small box addressed to me in the mailbox. Inside were four CDs of a band I knew only by name and a note from a wonderfully caring person who talked about what the music of The Innocence Mission had meant to
Some days writing is pulling teeth. Other days, ideas come falling out like old toys from an overstuffed closet. Today is one of the latter. The trail of my thoughts goes something like this: I started at The Upward Way Press, which led me to this article on the weight
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one can say, Look! This is something new? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time. -- Ecclesiastes 1:9, 10
I’m now deep into Barbara Kingsolver’s new memoir, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle , and have been fed so many wonderful things that I’m struggling to know how to write about them. I have three or four things bouncing around in my head, so I’m going to try and
I couldn’t help but notice the teaser on the AOL homepage as I logged on to check my email: “What happened to Lindsay Lohan?” To top it off, they included this picture from her Parent Trap days. For those of you not keeping score at home, 20 year old
I didn’t write last night because it was after midnight when I finally got home. I went with some friends to Fenway Park to see our beloved Red Sox play the Cleveland Indian s. The Sox have been on quite a tear so far this season and had won
I ate all three meals alone today. Well, I was accompanied by the Schnauzers, so I suppose that’s not completely true. Ginger has gone to see her folks on the way to our adult mission trip to Biloxi and I had things to do around the house, so it
How I remember it is not how it happened, I’m sure. Every time I go back to a memory the light in the room is a bit different, or people have changed clothes. Most of us can’t remember our lines. We’re like a junior high drama class