Our house was too big. It dwarfed me and my mother, who cried every year when we received the first winter heating bill.
We took a walk this evening as we often do. My husband pushed my daughter in her stroller as I walked alongside.
We should be glad our safety and security
are someone’s top priority, yet we
can’t help but hope for fresh announcements
The ores of divine providence are everywhere infused, and everywhere to be found. St. Augustine, De Doctrina Cristiana The margins of the world surrounded me—at least in the physical sense—for hundreds of miles in every direction: a no-man’s land of semi-arid deserts; middles of nowhere; and solitary mountain ranges. I lived in this no-man’s land, […]
i have walked with half a skull and i have walked
with a blanch shell. i have walked, legs
split hungry, and i have walked too old.