Thoughts and Tips
It's in the whirlwind that word-weaving shines brightest. It's when I'm writhing that writing is a type of cure. And it's when things are harried that the hush of creating…
Back
It's later in the evening than I'd like for it to be. Putting words together this far into the night and this close to the next day isn't ideal. Words…
3 Things: Podcasts
I like to listen while I'm doing laundry. I've been tuning into truth while folding and hanging for years and years now. It turns chores into a time of teaching…
3 Things I’m Revisiting
I'm usually very black and white, very take it or leave it, very hard set on the boundaries of seasons. But lately I've discovered the joy of wandering back around…
Back Then
I haven't heard Brian Crain's Piano Opus since I wrote things from a tiny rent house right outside of Houston, TX. Back then, I'd rise early before the children stirred…
Mr.Carver
His face is weathered in the pictures I've seen, but his gaze is gentle and his eyes beam kindness. I imagine that, in person, he was unobtrusive yet unavoidable. He…
Dead Mums and Stuff
"I miss waking up to you writing." It felt like a balm and a dagger. He said it pre-dawn, as he sat down on our bed to watch his Mom…
Raising the Brave
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
A Sunday and a Season
It's Sunday and my seat will be empty. That seat there next to the preacher where I stand and raise one hand in worship and slip the other into his…
I Remember
Daddy always put dill on his avocados. Dill and vinegar. And he'd mix them around in a ceramic bowl and stick them with a silver fork and then offer me some.…