Culture

September 26 2014

Pavement

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I just stood there. I didn’t know what else to do. My face hummed with numbness. Every blink hurt. But my ears. The sounds flooded in, on top of each other; a distinct garble of …

Culture

September 25 2014

the gift of ordinary time

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Like the moon orders the tides, the horizon draws seekers to the shore's edge each evening at sunset. The pull is magnetic and almost liturgical in its rhythm. From our vacation perch atop this tree-lined street, …

Family

September 24 2014

I See You

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I know it's going to happen the moment I see this woman. It's a narrow grocery aisle and there is only one way out. My daughter gasps when she sees her. An audible "WOW" flies out of her mouth in her typical one …

Trying to Fit the Shape of the World Into a Single Square

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Part I I grew up believing in a purposed world like an off green weekly pill box. Everything, in its right place foolish sans God (no meaning: no order) I lived in a different world, one where even with belief dragged, limp corpses across …

Prayer is Not My Prayer Language

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 “Sometimes, when people ask me about my prayer life, I describe hanging laundry on the line… This is good work, this prayer. This is good prayer, this work.” – Barbara Brown Taylor Rarely do I call on …

Ill-equipped Mother: Why I Don’t Have to Know It All

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She burst through the door, desperate to escape something, tears reddening her eyes. I spun my office chair around in time to see the door slam and catch the scent of sweat and grief. I wasn’t …

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