The Story Behind Your Scars

Beneath the surface of this bruise is a vein of backfiring blood running toward a resolution. You see only the external evidence of an internal eruption, but time will prove that bruises fade and scars become the everlasting witness of yesterday's choices. Behind each scar is a story. Every inch of the journey has been recorded on the … Continue reading The Story Behind Your Scars

Regret and Gratitude

The other day I was sitting at a table with recovering addicts, listening to the exchange of life stories and mountains climbed. After hearing one man share about all of the bridges he's burned on his way toward sobriety, he stated emphatically, "... and if I could do it all over, I wouldn't have changed … Continue reading Regret and Gratitude

Conversations In the Mirror

Your best days are in the rearview mirror.  Remember that one time when it was New Year's Eve and you were in the middle of the circle listening to your favorite band with your favorite people and it was snowing and your stomach hurt from laughing so hard at the stolen thunder and you stood … Continue reading Conversations In the Mirror

The Other Side of the Fence

In the woods behind my childhood home, a familiar path led through the trees and over the creek. Around the bend and up the hill, to a wooden fence raised over my head; This boundary created space between the invited and the rejected. On the other side of the fence was a swimming pool, filled … Continue reading The Other Side of the Fence

“…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

The carpet felt more like concrete, as I collapsed beneath the table and erupted into a violent explosion of salty tears and self-hatred. The world I had known was forever changed in the unraveling of my shame, finding a shattered mirror and a fist and a whisper, "wherever you go, there you are." Find me … Continue reading “…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

[S]easonal [A]ffective [D]isorder

there's a few things i'll always remember like the uncomfortable quiet of november and the way happy chases the ever after like a kite without anchor in a natural disaster all contacts deleted like a chorus repeated advice gone unheeded, and the champion defeated there's a few things i'll always remember like the frozen burn … Continue reading [S]easonal [A]ffective [D]isorder

The Healing Work of Anonymity

Find me here, in the last row of a broken circle. This new family, a worshipping community of African-Americans, has adopted me into the fire of hugs as I sway back and forth to the music. Clapping, standing, sitting, bleeding; my Hosanna was born in a furnace of doubt. My hallelujah is cold and broken. They do … Continue reading The Healing Work of Anonymity