five minute friday

Ever since Lisa-Jo started this little series, I’ve been daring myself to take part in it. She invites us to set the clock for 5 minutes and “just write and not worry if it’s just right.” This weeks prompt is On Distance. go A tree fell in our...

tuesday eyes on wednesday morning

An on-the-inside rest has found its way to me. Perhaps it was putting into words the chaos of these writing days. Perhaps it was reading your kind and encouraging comments on yesterdays post. Or the beauty you all found in the midst of all that ordinary. There was...

receive and respond

Shiloh Baptist Church sat right in the middle of an Indiana cornfield. At least, that’s how I remember it. There was a song we used to sing there in that little church with the worn red carpet. It was called Trust and Obey. The refrain said “Trust and...

from beer to eternity

Gary is an alcoholic who has been sober for over 20 years. He is beginning to tell his story. Honest and relevant, this story will be one of heartbreak and healing. And of great consequence to me, as Gary is my Dad. He has only written the first two posts out of many,...

on being important

In the sixth grade, I had to write an essay with the title When I Get Older. The first sentence went as follows: When I get older, I will look tan like my Grandma.The essay continued in an equally ambitious manner: I won’t die my hair. I will be short and small....