Thank You, India


By Nicole T. Walters | Twitter: @NicoleTWalters As I boarded the plane for the first leg of a 16-hour flight, I tried to slow the breath that came in gulps, a mingling of excitement and fear. I had dreamed of India for years. Now I could hardly believe I was about to move there for […]

Words Can Never Hurt Me


Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Cabbage and rice. Cabbage and rice. Cabbage and rice. That was lunch, every day, for these Mozambican boys. For dinner they had cabbage, rice, and fish. This was my first short-term mission trip, and I was just twenty. I watched as they […]

Longing To Say Less


By Meredith Bazzoli | Twitter: @MeredithBazzoli I have a lot of words. In third grade, my teacher shared an exemplary expository essay on the class overhead projector. She read the piece aloud, underlining, circling, and starring words in purple marker. The piece elaborated the ways Native Americans utilized all parts of the buffalo. Mrs. Keehn showed […]

Transition and Desire


So we are moving again. Boxes half filled stand across our bedroom floor waiting for contents. We’re filling up Facebook albums with photos of things to sell and give away. We’re packing these last few weeks with lunches and dinners and picnics in the park, trying to savour every last moment of goodness with these […]

The Song of Slow


I don’t remember much about my Meme, my mother’s mother. Most of what I do remember is wrapped in a foggy veil of sounds and smells. Dove soap. The buzzing of cicadas. Creamed-corn. The whir of an oscillating fan. The heavy scent of pine straw and fig trees. And, perhaps, most distinct—the steady and rhythmic ticking […]