This post is part of a series telling a longer story. You can find part 1- I Am From White Also, But Not Only here and Standing at the Margins: I Don’t Belong here and You're Good Enough here. It makes more sense if you read them in order but I get that you probably also have a life and may not have the time to read 5,000+ words. Carry on. If you’ve ever felt like you are going in circles, in cycles, in seasons, it’s because you are. We live a life of rhythms. Day easing it’s burdens into the …
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For All Who Hurt with Nothing Left: A Grace Table Post
I was a week past deadline on this post. I sat at the keyboard for two days straight while fever swallowed up my hours and I mopped up my nose with a growing pile of tissues, gathering like soggy clouds in my wastebasket. And my fingers hovered over the keys. Backspace gobbled up my words faster than I could get them down and I must have started five or six posts before the letters trailed off and got stringy and anemic like my story was being siphoned off and stolen away. I wanted to blame it …
When You Water a Garden
Sometimes I need the pause that comes from having to water the garden. We have no fancy drip system or sprinklers since we're just renting. Soon we'll move and dig up these plants and take them with us. Maybe in our new home we'll have a more efficient way of keeping them alive but for today I'm slave to the long snaking hose, hot from the sun. My mom usually waters. But she's on vacation and has entrusted me to keep her plants alive. We're co-owners of this garden. But she's the boss, the one …
