Death Poetica
Behind barbed wire In the county jail Woman recites poetry; Declares she’ll die. Bodies young, old Form lines.…
Recycled Lenten lessons
So far this Lent, I have already encountered the parts of me I don’t like. As I try…
French braiding my way to a holier Lent
I am trying to teach myself how to French braid hair. As the mother of two daughters, one…
Lent is my restart button
Some days, I feel like I just want a restart button. At times, I even feel this way…
Refresh and restart
It’s been nearly a week since we started all this. With ashes smeared upon our foreheads, we committed…
in a cave, prepping for sunrise
I am a slow learner. I hear the sacred invitations of Lent and I still move toward the…
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