hard to know what to say

The days since last Friday feel, collectively, like months. They also feel like one immense monolith of a single day that afforded no reprieve. They also feel like the Twilight Zone. An alternate reality. I opened my planner for the…

butterfly shadows

On a particularly hot morning last week, I was in the vegetable garden early, facing the middle field. The sun was behind me, not yet fully risen but already gaining the ferocity of a true summer day in Oklahoma. As I knelt, twisted, reached, and stretched, pulling weeds and moving the water hose from…

twenty-five and counting

The right words for our anniversary this year are eluding me. Last summer, when I glanced ahead to this moment on the calendar and started getting excited for it, for the twenty-fifth celebration of our sweet, precious little church wedding,…