Not a Man Hater

Crisp fall wind prickles the nose, awakens the face. Draw it into your chest, savor it, release it slowly. It soothes to the core. Welcome the invigorating sensation of clearing the air. Not a man hater. In fact, my confrontation reflects the opposite. I’ll tell you why. Yes, I’ve been disappointed by men in my…Read more »

God Thy Dread, Chicken Little

These days have me feeling like chicken little. Writing from the wringer of anxiety, I fret my peers concluding I’m losing my ever-loving … perspective. Nevertheless, let’s enjoy the ride for two minutes, if for nothing more than literary exercise. Droughts, floods, and plagues, unpredictable tides and winds are reported like as many fallen skies.…Read more »

At the Intersection of Church and State

I can’t be the first to write about this junction; a real place. Imagine sermons of the past spoken within the image here, voicing a reference, at the very least, to the steeple’s poignant position on the city map, the theme echoing on-location within the sanctuary confines. My spouse first drew my attention to the…Read more »

Tresses of Surrender

Hair unbound is the free spirit of wild horses, the mysterious shape of wind-waved prairie grass. I dangle hair over my infant to hear delightful peals of laughter emanating from the nose wiggling underneath. I enjoy the warmth of a friend braiding the strands; the tenderness of a child clutching and silking tresses; the stir…Read more »

You, a Vision of Revival

Published first at “Yet hope lingers in our resolution tradition. Failed-resolution jokes aside, the tradition endures. Resetting the calendar symbolizes our potential to reset. Sometimes a successful woman turns back the clock. Inspiring people sustain the motivation to abandon useless habits. Renewed health brings a youthful glow. Courageous ones face the risks of calling,…Read more »

The Lake of Timelessness

I depart to the lake. Enclosed upon the secret Lake of Timelessness a fog rests above the motionless waters, a fog steady with the airs of permanence. The lake is ridged with mountains and pines, a firm and living stone cup, protective to the point of still waters, broken vessel though it is at the…Read more »

My Fault

I am awestruck by romanticism. The earth, powers, and governments empathize with my personal dramas. Grand newsworthy events reflect the storyline of my private life. Romantic devices are meant as literary tools for any given writer, not for my own tiny reality. I know it’s not about me. Yet Almighty moves in the magnitude of…Read more »

The Heartbreak of the Robin Eggs

Somewhere in the plains stands your basic neighborhood two story house. A wooden porch extends off the back. A vegetable garden here, a willow there in the corner where it floods now and again. There are baby rabbits, sometimes, in burrows beneath the trees. In spring, robins make their nest under the floor boards of…Read more »