You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
In a white country church house with six pews on the right and six pews on the left, I formed my first ideas of God and his people.
I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.
We have been ferried up, up, up the excruciating climb, full of dread and horror. Now we creep over the edge and hang poised.
This griddle. Hm. It has seen better days, and no wonder. It’s one of our wedding gifts, from seventeen years ago today.
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
Take two lovely friends and a city such as Baltimore. Stir in a great dinner: marinated steaks, great bread, a salad with berries and feta.
My mom invited the three of us over for a pumpkin craft day. She supplied frames and fabric, and we decorated…
I really like the subtitle they created. Better still, they are listening to what I am trying to do, and I love that about them.