Words and the inspiration that generates them have been in short supply for me lately. But I've noted the absence in my life and missed my interactions with this site. I don't intend to abandon it. It only reaches a handful of you, nearly nobody I already know. I don't know your stories, though I… Continue reading Slow to Come

Who are these men whose mothers taught to hate, who drank the sand instead of measuring out time’s lasting burden? We gnash and pray and witness but need words as strong as water, to erode stony hearts, soften blunt edges to more merciful terrain. (This morning I gathered with a group of women to celebrate… Continue reading #Charlottesville