…grace upon grace
There’s this thing I do with biographies. I like to flip to the back pages and see how…
Know that you are loved
Hot tears slid down the sides of my temples to rest on my yoga mat. The studio was…
Where praying is like breathing
Have you ever watched someone lose the vision for their life? Like a tire that goes flat, it’s…
Celestial Country
Whether you whisper or scream your volume is swallowed by the majestic of the Grand Canyon. I sat…
Solid molecules of perfume
Words are art. A deliberate stringing of words becomes one of the highest forms of human expression when…
Set on Pilgrimage
Three apples rolled aimlessly across the basket as I leaned into the grocery cart for more support. Halfway down the snacks aisle, I heard my name called and an acquaintance stopped me. “Is that you? What happened to you?