I had already pulled out my suitcase from the forsaken crawlspace, standing at my closet considering what to grab, when I realized I hadn’t been thinking. There was no need to pack anything. I didn’t need the suitcase. Not on this road trip, anyway. Continue reading Family Road Trip, Part 1 of 3
A baseball mimics the layers of the world, having cowhide and cotton as crust, yarn as mantle, rubber as outer core, and compressed cork as core. Continue reading Baseball
I write this on the morning of April 7, 2020. Your mother and I have been taking refuge at home, leaving only when absolutely necessary, for twenty-one days. Continue reading Coronavirus
If you are feeling confined in your own home, or if you are weighed down by the indefinite length of time this will last, meditate on love. Love will bless your experience of space and will bless your experience of time. Continue reading Godly Love Alters Time and Space
