Learning (again) to walk
I watch people walking across the bridge outside my window, confidently, even mindlessly, placing one foot in front of another. But it’s the memory of a child taking her tentative…
God's powerful good
There’s one line that won’t let me go these days, one line written several years ago by a young woman with a young husband and baby. A young woman in…
When everything feels transient and uncertain
The branches behind my home are alive with blossom. I walk down another street that bore blossom-full branches last week; now they are empty. A friend's home-that-felt-like-home-to-me has been sold. Disagreement rises and…