To Be Marked

“To love is to be marked. To love is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I’ve only found sorrow.” — Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

The Times They Are A Changin’

It was, really, a rather ordinary house. Small and sufficient. Big enough for him and for her and their children at some point, I imagine. Red with white trim. A small yard out back. He would sit on the front stoop and wave if you happened to walk by — a neighborly greeting, no matter […]

V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N ?

“You working?” the woman behind the counter asked me. “No, vacation,” I replied as we both looked suspiciously at the jug of laundry soap going into my bag. Laundry Soap? Somehow that doesn’t visually equate to vacation I guess. Flip flops and a beach towel from the Seasonal aisle, maybe. Except it’s not a flip […]

The More Things Change, The More Things Change

I don’t know why I resist change so much. That’s not true. I do know. But the explanation would take much longer than either of us has time for. It’s much easier to say: I resist change. A lot. I hesitate, procrastinate, avoid, ignore, find work-arounds, pretend, stick my head in the sand, hide under […]