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In the Aftermath of May

In May we bought a house. After years of building my dream home in my mind—with every move and every home that “isn’t how I would have…”—I am preparing to move into a home that isn’t how I would have…and make it my own. At the end of April, after yet another setback...

When dying is beautiful

I wish you could have seen it–the mountains surrounding my home. They were breathtaking (I struggle for a better word) this morning. Golden and rust colored mounds swollen with pigment, giving off the warmest glow. Shafts of light breaking through the sky,...

New Things

I am sitting at my desk. It is in front of a large picture window in my back living room. George Winston Radio is playing on Pandora behind me. I just created the station on my phone. I hope it turns out to be a good station for my writing time.Because this is my new...

Dying Leaves and Unbelief

A couple weeks ago, while driving home from the airport, I noticed for the first time this season, the changing of the leaves. Here in the South, autumn takes its cue from the culture around it, coming around slow and unhurried; like an afternoon spent sipping sweet...