He eased her to the ground, held her head in his lap, and asked for someone to call an ambulance. Then he spoke quietly to soothe the woman until help arrived.
A beat-up sedan pulled up behind us and a young man climbed out. He was barefoot and shirtless.... "Y'all need any help?" he drawled.
I’m done. I know I know. I was done five years ago when I quit church, religion, and career. But I’ve come to realize that I’m really, really done. I mean it… truly… emphatically… no fooling… probably. I’ve daydreamed a bit that I would find a way to return. Not as a believer but … Continue reading I’m Done
Lost moments. Shared moments. Moments for second chances. They don’t last long but they’re a big deal.
I’m scared like everyone else right now. I have one of those essential jobs where I come out of isolation to sell groceries to people, some of whom could be contagious. The anxiety hangs on me like an extra weight that I carry wherever I go. Sometimes it gets me down but it’s my job … Continue reading Essential Work (101st Post)
We’ve made each other pretty mad at times but we remained friends.
It’s a reflex and I’m not the only one that has it. I was sitting in the crowded waiting room at the doctor’s office. I may have been ill but I don’t really remember why I was there. Whether or not I was sick, I was definitely tired. When I heard the thud of someone … Continue reading Helping: It’s a Reflex
Paul once said that we were baptized to walk in newness of life but we are scared to do it. It’s much easier to march toward death while insisting we are right.
To the surviving handful of people who tried so hard to get rid of me over the last three decades, feel free to claim your victory.