Blog Posts

  • the day i hoped a hawk would come down and take my cat

    So, my family collects animals. An outsider would think we are a black market, underground animal rescue mission that has set up a front posing as a white, middle class, suburban family. It goes like this:             “Can we get this kitten at the humane society?”             “No. No way.…

  • a time to talk

    When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I…

  • paul

    I had been on staff with Young Life for about six months, when I picked up the phone. The shaky teenage voice on the other end was “Paul”. Paul was in 11th grade, and as best he could, he told me they just found his mom and she had taken…

  • gray

    Thoreau wrote about how he would need to go stand by a fire every night “to burn off the dross of the world that had collected that day.”  Whitman speaks of trying to get away from “the clank of the world.”  The Apostle Paul wrote to the church in Rome…