Fifty days of surprise: An invitation to see
There’s been a tree out the back of my new place, a gnarled, moss-covered tree, looking half-dead. It has had its own beauty, I suppose, but I’ve never paid much…
There’s been a tree out the back of my new place, a gnarled, moss-covered tree, looking half-dead. It has had its own beauty, I suppose, but I’ve never paid much…
We were just looking for a way to unwind, crashed on the couch and in the huge soft arm chair with our plates of yam fries and salad. But Jesus…
In the daily details of my humanness, it's easy to feel like the biggest implication of my creatureliness is limitation. But that’s only skirting the edges of reality. At its…