Tagged with faith

what i want to tell her

    Image is a photo of Brooke, me and Katie on the beach in S’conset, 2008. They are 5 and 7. So it turns out that the post that I set out to write this morning is far too big to wrangle into the 45 minutes I’d allotted to write it. I tried hard … Continue reading

of dogs, earrings, and faith

* My girl was terrified of dogs. I don’t mean that she was afraid of them. I don’t mean that they made her nervous. I mean that she was TERRIFIED of dogs. Her body would begin to tremble involuntarily at first sight. Her hands would contort into claws. Adrenaline would course through her body urging … Continue reading

of faith, slingshots, and a clarinet

Please, please, PLEASE read THIS before you continue. I’m begging.  * First there was this … Why do I always notice the typos once it’s too late to fix them? Ah well. I assume you don’t come here to bask in my editing skills. Moving on.  And then there was this … But in between, … Continue reading

remembering to believe

Ed note: I asked Luau to read the following before I hit publish. He had two comments: 1) People who don’t know you might find the first part a little self-indulgent and 2) You’re getting kinda religious in your old age. I decided I was fine with both.  ~ Yesterday, I couldn’t write. I just … Continue reading


* * Many of you have asked for “tissue warnings” on my more emotional posts. This, my friends, is not one of those. Well, unless you’re a happy crier, like me. If you are, then consider yourself warned. Oh, and one other thing. It’s long. I’m sorry about that. I tried to make it shorter, … Continue reading

prepare ye

  Where are you going? Can you take me with you? For my hand is cold And needs warmth Where are you going? ~ Godspell, By My Side * So no, it hasn’t been one of the best weeks in our history. I’m in a tough place. A very tough place. And yet, life goes … Continue reading