I come from a long line of roadtrippers. My grandfather and grandmother would pack snacks in his olive green Dodge Dart and trek across the Texas countryside to visit...
It’s been quite a while since I shared some Kitchen Therapy. But this – well – this recipe necessitates taking a moment, stepping away from the big list of...
Day 37: Six weeks. 4000 miles. Four states. Two holidays. Six weddings. Two birthdays. One anniversary. One tattoo. Two special houseguests. Two Thanksgiving dinners. One Thanksgiving breakfast. One cup of...
My precious brother Wycliffe, I am so thankful for your friendship. I know we live worlds apart – you in a remote village in western Kenya and me in a...
Day 35: Mesquite, Texas The tears fell as she walked down the aisle. “She is breathtaking.” Even the pastor had to pause to take it all in, this glorious...
“Tomorrow is supposed to be day 635.”
She texts and I whisper the prayer. “Please don’t die.” I never let her know it in that first year, but there was...
It wasn’t my first time to step into the haphazard community of folks who might be missed by most who visit the beautiful city. It was easy to think...
The cathedral was born in Nevrincea, Romania, in 1909. She flourished until Communism marched into her village and killed liberty. She wanted to be reborn when the revolution lit...
I lie here in the quiet, the fragrance of the outcasts still lingering on my skin. Dust and city and cigarettes mingled with warm vanilla and freesia, shared by...
I’ve confessed a lot on this blog – about the infidelity of my faith, rising above abuse, being a stumbling fool for others. So this confession should be an...