Burn me beautiful.

5.3.2020 Dear dad, I was insulted by Jesus today. I didn’t hear a voice or a sign or anything like that. I was merely reading the Bible. Merely, is how I often look at reading Scripture. However, it is this mindset I’ve learned is quite the same as the mindset of the Pharisees when Jesus... Continue Reading →

Damned nonsense.

5.1.2020 Dear dad, In this season of learning how to be a little girl, something else has come to my attention. I can’t think of being a little girl in the same way I think of being an athlete. That is, I can be both a little girl and an athlete but how I become... Continue Reading →

Pneúma.

4.30.2020 Dear dad, I’ve always wanted my life to be a movie. Maybe it’s why I enjoy listening to film scores so much. The instrumentals provide the backdrop, while I write the script. Music has such a power to wield our emotions and feelings. It often feeds our mood and reflects it. We all have... Continue Reading →

Let’s get this Bread.

4.28.2020 Dear dad, Adam and I have been playing virtual chess. I found the electric chess board I used to play with all the time in the basement. That was kind of our thing, wasn’t it? Chess and battleship. Gosh, battleship, what a game. I really don’t remember who was better between us. I am... Continue Reading →

Soft soap.

4.27.2020 Dear dad, “I was by no means innocent, either, of the slow supplanting drift by which means to our most cherished and noble ends become the ends themselves-so that, for instance, writing something to change the world becomes writing something that matters to you becomes publishing something halfway decent becomes writing something publishable; or,... Continue Reading →

Brew Dr. Love

4.23.202 Dear dad, I can’t remember when this started exactly, maybe sometime early in the new year or possibly even the tail end of last year. Mom and I would make our usual grocery store trip Saturday or Sunday mornings. Trader Joes first and Whole Foods second. I know, you are probably turning in your... Continue Reading →

March of time.

4.22.2020 Dear dad, When I went back to TCU after you died, I was tugged by both relief and dread. Relief pulling me out of the thick misery fogging our home and from under the dark cloud held above my head like an umbrella. Dread pulling me into a fake world, a snow globe where... Continue Reading →

Marmee.

4.20.2020 Dear dad, I’ll I want to do is watch “Little Women.” Mom and I rented it Saturday night, and I am somewhat obsessed. I watched it again last night. Honestly, I might watch it after I am done writing this. You get the rental for 48 hours on Xfinity On Demand so why not.... Continue Reading →

The Muses.

4.16.2020 Dear dad, “Would you listen to him? He’s making the story sound like some great tragedy.” “Lighten up dude.” “We’ll take it from here darling.” You go girls. “We are the Muses, goddesses of the arts and proclaimers of heroes.” I am tempted to type out the whole song here, but surely it would... Continue Reading →

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