I’m writing a book. She’s called horrible, awful, things. And she’s dark as f*** No one likes her either. I think she scares them Almost, maybe, as much as i do. Maybe not, that would be a lot. Our world is trying to escape, but I drowned in escape, So I’m trying to cope, but... Continue Reading →
Rachel Weeping in the Wilderness and Grief at Christmastime
There is a part of the nativity story that gives me chills every time I read it. It’s today’s gospel reading, Matthew 2:13-18: When the magi had departed, behold,the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said,“Rise, take the child and his mother, flee to Egypt,and stay there until I tell... Continue Reading →