Month: August 2017

When prayers seem small and the water keeps rising

“The water reaches all the way up there?” my little guy points to the top of the street sign as we stand in early morning light at the bus stop. The sun is cresting orange and pink into …

On being salt and light and why it matters

I’ve read so many words about the riots in Charlottesville this past weekend. I’ve read words of haters and ones claiming that love wins; sad words and outraged ones. I’ve seen friends’ words unravel years of friendship in comment threads on social …

How Yes and No stack up to build our lives

Yes? No? Maybe? Every year I struggle with these words. Every. Year. And it isn’t like I don’t see it coming. As soon as we trade the sand and the sun of summer for the backpacks and pencils of …