Red Cedar
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Category: Me
Shiny City.
Working from home today, I went to grab a coffee and noticed that with the grey clouds overhead, and the sun coming in through a break at the right angle from the east – the city looked like it was made of silver and… Continue Reading “Shiny City.”
Normal?
I want to write that I’m starting to feel normal again – but I’m stumped about what that means. I suppose it means I feel better than I did four days ago. That I’ve written out most of my angst and feel centered again.… Continue Reading “Normal?”
Brief, celebratory interlude.
(Photo taken by Michael on our road trip. I have a good smile in it, which seemed appropriate for this post.) I received a call last night from one of the women at Pandora’s Collective, a local writer’s organization that hosts a quarterly poetry… Continue Reading “Brief, celebratory interlude.”
Discussing theology while driving.
A good road trip partner is a rare find. But one with the ability to keep up the chatter, put me at ease when under stress, and who doesn’t mind my refusal to ask for directions is even rarer. Lucky for me, my friend… Continue Reading “Discussing theology while driving.”
Miles and miles.
I don’t even know where to start with this post. It’s been so long since I last wrote and my head is crammed full of experience and exhaustion – I think it’s going to be a few posts of unwinding to get the whole… Continue Reading “Miles and miles.”
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