one of these things don't belong…
Circa 1986 I laid on the wooden floor of my living room with my chin resting on the grooves of my knuckles and watched episodes of Sesame Street until my eyes glazed over and I discovered that the specific episode of the day was brought to me by the letter R. Ernie...whirlwind…
Whirlwind. You’re like a whirlwind, he said. In my mind I created grandiose images of majesty and strength and awesomeness. But, alas, he was not referencing those adjectives. It’s like you come onto the scene and everything that was in place gets tossed...
impossible…
An elderly man once asked me, Why do you try to do great things for God? I was taken back by the question and immediately wanted to give a superficial, uber-spiritual response. Before I could respond, a huge smile came across his face as he put his hand on my shoulder...maybe…
In Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, scientist Victor creates a larger-than-life man who raises from the laboratory table after months of agonizing labor and creation. After Victor’s trial and errors of creation, Frankenstein slowly lifts himself up as Victor...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
