Last month, in a fit of despair, I emailed my minister and some other leaders at our church and said LET’S DO SOMETHING! Let’s host a vigil! Let’s bring together groups of people to stand in solidarity with each other. Let’s build a community of hope and love. Let’s do…
As a writer, most of my work is done alone. It is just me, my computer, the wild horses running through my head, and the blank page staring back at me. Part of me wonders if it is this solitary, independent, and introspective side of writing that continues to…
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant? — Henry David Thoreau Way deep down, in one of our jumbled bins of toys, lays a pair of yellow-tinted sunglasses with the words “Happy Birthday” emblazoned across the top. Every once…
I am speechless. I am utterly speechless. For a writer that typically presents a whole host of problems, but in this case, I am humbly rendered speechless – in the best of ways. This morning, upon checking the emails and Facebook updates on my iPhone, I learned that I had…
I am proud to have my first featured post today at Provoketive, an online magazine that strives to provide an open and engaging dialogue about life, faith, justice, and culture. There are some truly amazing and inspiring writers associated with Provoketive so I am pleased to be among such wonderful…