I see you. But it makes me uncomfortable to see you. I never know where to look when I pull up, especially when I’m the first car in line at the light, and your presence is three feet from my window. If I look, will you expect me to give you two dollars for a …
All week I’ve been trying to take a selfie that shows off my new red hair, but every time I take one, I’m unhappy with it. I see wrinkles around my mouth and eyes and on my forehead. I see skin that is too shiny and a chin that is sagging. I see chubby cheeks …
What can we do about God, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day? What can we do about all those graves in the woods, in old pastures in small towns in bellies of cities? God’s heavy footsteps through the bracken through the bog through the dark wood his breath like a swollen river …
When I first returned to the States after being a missionary kid in Bangkok for seven years, I found myself slipping my shoes off at the door and rearranging my feet so they were under the chair whenever a professor walked into the room. I wore my Thai customs with a badge of pride. I …
April is National Poetry Month, and while I’ve neglected that fact here on the blog (sorry, readers!), I have been reading and re-reading some poetry this month. I read poetry because I believe it helps me re-visualize my life. It helps me look both inward and outward. When reading a poem, I stand apart from …
