I have days when time seems to mosey along, like a river flowing slow and steady. And then there are other days when that same fifteen minutes evaporates before I’ve drawn a second breath. So which is it? Is time scarce or abundant? Crawling or sprinting? The answer, I’ve come to believe, is yes.
For years I was a world-class people-pleaser. The anger didn’t go anywhere. It just waited. A reflection on emotional repression, the body’s ledger, and what the Law of Conservation of Energy has to do with all of it.
A childhood memory of a dark, frightening road and a pet cemetery turned out to be something else entirely when I went back as an adult. What we carry from scary places often says more about who we were then than what was actually there.
When a beloved cat died, something else went quiet too — a connection I hadn’t realized was bound up in the relationship until it was gone. A personal reflection on grief, stalled faith, and finding your way back.
Shel Silverstein’s children’s classic may be the most accurate portrait of codependency ever written — a story about giving that looks like love but ends in depletion. A close reading of what the tree was really doing, and why.
A winding path through Catholic school outsider-hood, a youth group candle, and a summer morning on Isle Royale where something found me that I’ve never been able to shake. A personal reflection on faith, doubt, and the relationship that keeps outlasting the labels.