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
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
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
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
like a garden that was oncebeautiful and cared formy heart has been neglectedthirsty and nostalgicfor the Creator's grace to tend to these weeds that have choked the blossom,rooted in a tangible blur of concrete confusion whatever happened to the bible baptist academy?[a one-room school house in montague, michigan]whatever happened to building forts in the woods with the neighborhood … Continue reading a bridge restored
Several years ago I got into a terrible car accident. I had taken my eyes off the road ahead of me, and failed to see that the construction traffic had caused the highway to stand still. My car plowed into the car in front of me, and crashed over the median - end over end … Continue reading (Alive) The Other Side
i feel like i've lost my voiceand my pen has lost its fireand i'm not good at expressing comprehensive thoughtsbut i've become an expert at staring at wallsand losing myself in the wonder ofaugust heatcountry roadsand ashlyn's tearsi've been attempting to write about the rhythm of birth and live and deathand rebirth and life and … Continue reading i miss the old me.