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Tomorrow is my 36th birthday. It does not feel like a significant event, really. Along with my usual joy of celebrating my life on this planet, I found myself in contented state of mind. Last year, when I turned 35, I experienced a bit of a mid-thirties crisis and quickly decided to return to school […]
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The preacher said the phrase again. Cold fear shot down my spine from my temple to my toes. “Beyond a shadow of a doubt”, he droned. “You must know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Heaven is yours, that Jesus is your Savior, that you have repented and turned from your sin to God.” […]
In the small village in Germany, where my family and I lived when I was fourteen, our neighbors, Herr and Frau Stoof, invited us over one afternoon for coffee and sweets. Frau Stoof also brewed a passion-fruit tea, just for me. She let me enjoy the whole pot – a beautiful carafe of German porcelain. […]
Dear Food, I love you. You’ve taken me places I would never have gone. You’ve given solace when I was alone. You kept me from other versions of self-harm. Your offer of ice cream and peanut butter was better than cutting my arm open. You kept me safe. So, thank you. Thanks for being around. […]
Excerpt from devotional reading in the Bible app, June 11, 2020
My dad told me this story about my grandparents and their interactions with farmworkers in the 1960’s. My grandpa would hire workers during the summer months to help with baling hay or weeding out fields. Some of these workers were African Americans. It was a standard practice of farms during that time to have the […]
When I was little, my family and I had to drive through one small village in Germany in order to reach the other small village where we lived. Along the winding road through the first village was a row of rough-hewn doors carved into the side of a rounded hill. When we would pass these […]
What is the “thing behind the thing” The “what” that isn’t there— Or is it the “who”? We constantly wait for the something coming, Delaying our happiness, forgetting the now Our eyes dim, weakened from straining for unknowns Our desire subsides as we pant Because we refuse to notice the breaths We miss the point […]
The letter was three pages long. For weeks, I had waited for it, longingly checking the mailbox, anticipating its arrival as though it were announcing the Queen of England was coming to visit. The year was 2001. I had graduated from High School and was enrolled in a college-level Creative Writing Course via correspondence with […]
