There are a lot of people seeing red these days. Apart from the ugliness in the news, I seem to be allergic to my house—either that, or my frustration with politics is literally beginning to change my eye color. It’s not a fun situation, and it may require me to move yet again if it doesn’tContinue reading “Gratuitous”

I Lied About the Vertigo

Road trips abound in opportunities to contemplate identity.  The right music helps: Antje Duvekot’s “Vertigo”, John Gorka’s “Broken Place,” and Sarah Jarosz’s “Edge of a Dream.” “oh the view from this heighthigh above the ferriswheel lightsmight cause me to swaybut i am teaching myself to be brave” “That beautiful broken place you could not outshineContinue reading “I Lied About the Vertigo”

The Rest is Silence

One of the pitfalls of working from home is the challenge of resting. I’m not talking about unexpected fall-asleep-at-the-table-and-drool-on-your-laptop resting (not that I’ve ever done that) — I’m talking about intentional, waking rest. Although I did cheat and do some work this morning, I spent an entire afternoon resting. I read a book (Her FearfulContinue reading “The Rest is Silence”