Marvels and Misfits
The past year was one of marvels and misfits. In mid-September, I penned an emotional entry in my prayer journal. It had been more than a year since I left stable employment on a spiritual journey to an undisclosed place…
Back Around
Last Sunday morning, I slowly opened my car door and gingerly placed one sky-high wedge sandal after another onto gravel. The walk from my car to the church was a rocky one, the flat surface of the wedge incompatible with…
There is More Than One Door
One man’s irritated suggestion is this woman’s ‘aha’ moment. The swap was made Monday on my morning commute, which was particularly painful due to unseasonably cold temps and an unusually large crowd. As I exited the train with several other…
Waiting for a Chance at Love
I started off 2014 thinking about love. Despite bringing in the New Year listening to Jill Scott live at Radio City Music Hall, I was surprisingly not overcome with an aching for someone to love me especially different. Instead, I…
