We have entered the liturgical season of Easter. It will end in a month or so on Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit descended upon the apostles in tongues of flame.  It is Eastertide. We are moving towards fire, and I have moving on my mind.  Last night, I was in the bathtub of our new... Continue Reading →

“It’s like if David Lynch opened a curry shop,” said Don, and I started laughing so hard I had to stop for a second on the streets of San Antonio in the shadow of the world’s most hideous parking garage to recover myself.  Wednesday was dawning bright and sunny with the promise of 70 degrees... Continue Reading →

It was early afternoon on Christmas Day, and I was hungry.  The flight to San Antonio had been easy, and we were now speeding towards The Alamo in an Alamo rental — a dark gray Camry with leather seats and limited features. It was the first day of our honeymoon.  “I’m starving,” I said, looking... Continue Reading →

Around my fortieth birthday, my metabolism died. I held the funeral over a piece of chocolate cake from Meijer then set my mind to navigating the stages of grief with some semblance of dignity. I’d recently managed a divorce, several address, last name, and driver license changes, a large house purchase, and a stressful promotion.... Continue Reading →

The morning after I wrote the almost-poem that came to me first as a snatch of words (“light falling into light”), and which led me, as words often do, back to the hospital room where my father lay dying, I went to church. When I had said the prayers and mouthed along with the hymns... Continue Reading →

I am writing at the moment to put off filling the kitchen with love. To explain this admittedly inscrutable statement, I will begin with an observation: It is very nearly a cosmic impossibility for neat, organized, punctual types to attract each other. Equally, those who view time as an outmoded construct and order a tyrannical... Continue Reading →

“Want to do a date night?” “Um?” I said, “Sure.” Don and I had successfully navigated almost a full week of wedded bliss, performing important marital tasks such as joining a savings account, folding a tiny bit of laundry, and thinking really (really) hard about writing thank you notes. A date night seemed an appropriate... Continue Reading →

The coffee (which was brought to me in bed) is growing cold. I should get up from the kitchen table where I am now and refill the cup. But that would disturb the cat in my lap, so instead I will sit here a while and write what’s on my mind. Nothing artsy this time,... Continue Reading →