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A Confession: All Things New (Even This Post)
Heads up. If you’re on my email list, you may have seen a rough draft of this story last weekend. I accidentally published it (that’s humbling) then moved it into private so no one else could see it. I’m trying again. Because this flower can’t hang out in private! My...
When Someone You Love is Being Hurt
The Artwork displayed in this piece is by Photographer JR Korpa from Malaga, Spain. Note to reader: This story references physical abuse. When I found out that you had a friend you were worried was in an abusive relationship, I wanted to speak up. And I didn’t. Back...
haiku for morning
morning, where are you? seeds of youth now buried deep, fed by soil still– … streams of light at dawn, from darkness comes your brilliance, nourishing your growth. … cast not a shadow of unrest, but protecting, till your faith takes hold. …...
Truly and Deeply and Madly
As the story goes, up until twenty-three-and-a-half years ago, I had been looking for love in all the wrong places. Then one snowy winter night in the Midwest, I came to an impasse. Standing on a street corner beneath the glow of a streetlamp, stood a tall man in a...