Today, I weep. For things are not as they should be. Corruption is envied, and holiness is mocked. Wars rage in every corner of the globe. Real, ugly, despicable wars. Skin color matters too much. And doesn’t matter enough. Babies aren’t given their first breath. Perpetrators get off scot-free. Any and all romantic love is … More Today, I Weep
Imagine trying to write about anything else on a day like today. Yep. It’s solar eclipse or nothing. Well, I’m going to chicken out and join the ranks of those who’d rather not risk blindness – and don’t want to be caught with a cardboard box on their head. No thanks. I’ll step outside and note … More I Don’t Have to See It to Know
Hi there. Got a minute? I’d like you to meet a few people. Well, more than a few, but just a small selection from my “impact” file. I think about them pretty often, and I can draw direct lines from my habits, tendencies, reactions, traits, and accomplishments to theirs. These are the people who made … More They All Had the Same Book
I have a very strange memory. I don’t remember people’s names. Unless I already know their names – then I never forget them. I don’t remember a movie unless I’ve seen it more than three times. Or unless it’s about World War II. And I have a hard time remembering the timeline of recent years, … More The Hour I First Believed
I am 31 and single, and I am burdened for you. You who wake up on both sides of the bed every morning. You who sit alone, eat alone, weep alone, laugh alone, live each day alone. You who continue to check the dreaded marital-status box – single. I write to you. Not as one who … More Your Single Days Are Now
Sometimes when I write, my brain is quiet. Too quiet. My fingers wait, paralyzed. To express something that doesn’t feel . . . there. How? Sometimes when I write, my brain is noisy. Far too noisy. It seems my fingers can’t keep up . . . but repeatedly press the “backspace” key and somehow still … More Sometimes When I Write . . .
I live in Louisville – the 29th largest city in the U.S. with a metro population of 1,269,702. Life in “the Ville” is thrilling. Always something to do. Somewhere to go. People to hang with. Great parks. Events galore. It’s a happenin’ place. But I don’t consider myself a “city girl.” I dislike almost anything … More The Ville