A poem about meadowlarks and the prairie. Or, “If Emily Dickinson Had Lived in the Great Plains.”
Stooping to build the things once broken in life’s middle passage, with a little help from Rudyard Kipling.
Death is the ultimate “No.” But resurrection is the more-ultimate “Yes.”
Court hearings in the child welfare and foster care system are wild. Heavy. Intense, a time-and-matter condensing event. So how do you pray for that?
We sold our house on the end of Uranus St. And there was much re-grieving. Because the places we possess also possess us.
I'm adopted by the Father. Also the adoptive father to James, Rain and Lily. Husband to Lindsey. Account manager at Bonfire Effect. Believer in naps. Read more >>