There’s a yearning that never goes away, a hunger, a burning, a distaste for riding the bus. … Read More the good life
I’m stepping into a heritage that was mine all along, fabric sewn with love, keeping warm, hoping. … Read More quiltsong
Against all odds, I went to Rwanda on the first day of 2017 to work on a special project. Full of fear but also hope, ready to look, wanting to see. … Read More a thousand hills!
Now I’m writing about something that before I was just feeling and carrying and feeling embarrassed about. Now I can speak. … Read More blue building
Hark, it begins. Thinking and writing about advent, because I don’t dare ignore it, because it’s here again in spite of everything. … Read More first sunday of advent
Ineffectual words and a collection of insufficient beauty, hope, thought, and joy. … Read More a particular collection
Music for changing air, for socks, for faith all fluttery. … Read More ordinary time. an early-autumn playlist.