Noise
Noise is a big part of community. It takes some getting used to. First there is the noise of the city. Sirens, trains, car horns, traffic,…
Noise is a big part of community. It takes some getting used to. First there is the noise of the city. Sirens, trains, car horns, traffic,…
I discovered I was pregnant. And I wasn’t sure of who the father was. When I told my fiancée, he accused me of adultery. The news…
Today was a good day. We marched a funeral march, mourning the loss of lives, a humility march, ashamed of my white privilege, ashamed of the…
After reading Rebecca’s post, it reminded me very strongly of my re-entry back into the community in 2009. Having lived here for a year from 2005-06,…
It was a rainy day, and chilly. I was hurrying back from Walgreen’s with my son’s prescription and a lot on my mind. As usual,…
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” – Inigo Montoya It seems to me that Americans in…
For several years now the Lord has been working on my attitude toward those around me. Lately, He has been impressing upon me to love the…
Through my life the steps that I’ve taken on freshly cut grass so gentle and fragrant soft, green blades pushing up against my feet between my…
The loss of whole days to incapacitating back pain ultimately cost me my freelance design job (understandably so, the man who hired me was truly sorry…
Community living is loud. At any given moment, doors are slamming, kids are shouting, sirens are blaring on the streets below, the sounds of guitars and…