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283: Mile 700
When the movers load the last box onto the truck and you are left at the edge of it all, stand in your empty apartment and sing. Let the...
Aug 6, 20241 min read
278: Asking for Bread
I don’t know what God looks like, but I know how big the sky is. I don’t know how to fall in love, but I know that it’s happened like I...
Mar 2, 20241 min read


277: More Please
I woke up praying today, the words already on my lips. Some days are like that. The holiness of it all finds me before my feet find the...
Mar 2, 20241 min read


272: Same, Same but Different
Today I noticed a fly trapped in the kitchen. It buzzed frantically against the cold glass window. Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. day....
Jan 15, 20241 min read
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