As children we learn to print our letters, then we connect those letters into words. Naturally our name is one of the first words we learn to spell. And as we grow a little more, those letters begin to find connection as we begin writing our first cursive signature. Shaky at first, but with time […]
As One Holds the World
by on June 27, 2019 Leave a Comment
You are all eagerness and joy when you grab me by the hand and pull me onto the front porch The sun has just passed the barn and now spills around its edges, gilding the tips of the mimosa and bathing us in buttery light Our shadows are long Our faces alive We sit side […]
Grief Draws Us to Belonging
by on June 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
As we rounded the corner, I saw the hearse. It was parked in front of the doors of First-Centenary United Methodist Church in Chattanooga, Tennessee and the finality took my breath away. This past Saturday, we shared in Rachel Held Evans’ funeral. I drove up from Atlanta with my dear friend Tina Francis-Mutungu and the miles […]
The Year of My Undoing
by on April 25, 2019 Leave a Comment
There was a woman I held dear. She was not my mother but she loved me as her own. I picked flowers in her yard and swung in her hammock and watched her make art. I watched her in the year of her undoing. I quietly observed the way her mind puzzled, distorted, melted even. […]
Things I Have Observed in Silence
by on January 24, 2019 Leave a Comment
I am six years old. The bathtub is full of mediocre bubbles. I am on my back and my hair is floating around my head like so much kelp in the water. The ceiling straight above me has an aging water stain from the ice storm the year before. I stay there until the water […]
