As the Father of Daughters

by John Blase | @johnblase Some play this phrase like a card in the wake of injustices to blur their sin of not honoring all women. But this was never to be a game. For some of us those words—the father of daughters—were branded on our hearts the instant you were delivered to us slick […]

For the Storyholders

I sit across from a woman I have just met. Several of us have gathered in a coffee shop on the other side of the country, all attendees of a large writing conference. A few have known each other for years. But others are connecting for the first time. It’s a little odd meeting people […]

The Secret of Unfurling

Can I tell you something? For too long I heard wrong. And misunderstood the language of the years. This mistake shaped me for a time. Calendars flipped and my body curved and still I was quiet. Each year sifted down upon my head and slowly I became hidden. But see this– Look with me at […]

The Companionship of Weeds

By Christiana Peterson | @ChristianaNPete In my garden, there is a soft-leaved weed called comfrey, an herb used in healing balms and salves. The weed stretches its yellowed turnip-like roots underneath the garden soil, trying to grab at every inch for purchase. It is the epitome of forwardness, both in its brazen disregard for my […]

Sacred Giving and the Panis Angelicus

By Angela Shupe | Twitter: @labellaverita Andrea Bocelli’s voice fills the room. Waves of notes swell and rescind like velvet billowing in the wind. I hold my phone closer to the wheelchair so my mother may hear the sacred aria she once sang. The orchestral strains of the Panis Angelicus waken her from the depths of […]