As an indie author, I can relate to the Temple artisans in Exodus 31, creating something so beautiful for God but for few eyes only. I’m dedicating my work to the Lord, but I’m also suffering from the withdrawals that come when you realize something is not about you but Him. I’m giving that old […]

I once caught an episode of the Today show in college. They had on Jamie Lynn Sigler who played on the Sopranos. I wasn’t really paying attention because I never watched her show, but she wasn’t there to talk about that. She was there to talk about her exercise bulimia. It was like a lightContinue reading "Exploded in light."

I was raised in a uniform, which is probably why real clothes scare me. It was like I turned eighteen and everyone was all like “okay, go find clothes to wear,” and I was like “you mean this?” indicating a gray, stained t-shirt I found on the side of the road next to a deadContinue reading "Little miss perfect."

God blesses. God takes away. And here everything and nothing coincide inside you. Sometimes, you just want to find the exit, that glowing red ember above everybody's head and walk out. Into what? Oh, I don't know. Maybe the past where you'll poof into a pile of salt, or maybe the dark deep nothing void of all the black holes Stephen Hawking talked so much about, or maybe into the beautiful abyss of creation, where you'll worship all you're not supposed to.

What a far and wide night when you realize the way day looks. I take a tumble into a past and foreign land, and I grow there for a minute, my roots taking root and forging through deep earth that cracks with my tenacity. But as soon as I grow just as quickly I yank and uproot my desire to stay firmly put in the most ancient of histories.

My daughter is prone to the lie of the life on top, the best life, the world as your oyster. It's a rancid mollusk I wish to snap shut. There is no good in getting what you want when what you want is hardly ever the point.

Somewhere inside, behind the bones of your breast, there is a spark aflutter, alight that brings meaning to everything I see standing before me. To deny it, is to deny myself, a vibrant collage of all the same stuff, though different when reflected in the views of our perspectives. How easy that light can be […]

What does it look like, this thing dancing around me? I can make it out in its bits and its pieces. I can tie them up or shake them out and watch them scatter. I can read the patterns in them, spending nights, forehead soaked in sweat and heart beating to the tune of my […]

Oh what a fool I’ve been when you’ve kissed my lips, and I keep looking to the sun as if the sun is You. Just call me Gomer, girl gone wrong and off the beaten track, lost and lonely in Your wilderness. If only I’d look up to seek You. I’ve broken my own heart […]

Today, I learned that humility tastes like the crumbs of bread my belly aches for. At Wal-Mart, the woman at the register next to me whispered her need for the attendant to come over, but I could clearly see the attendant swaying to the beat inside her own bubble. So I re-directed the attendant over […]

It’s in between the little bit of light and little bit of dark, the heaven-prone edge of my eye where I see it all unfolding. And as a tiny, hurt little heart, You’d think I’d want to run away, be something that’s nothing like a heart at all. And You’d be right. But there’s this […]