twenty-three

Last night, I may have been met with some sort of answer to the questions and frustrations addressed in my previous post. I went to hear Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz, speak at WWU. He did a reading from his newest book, "Through Painted Deserts." He read from the Author’s Note (which remarkably, [...]

Yesterday I began to think that my life was falling apart. Now that sounds stupid and it is, but strange things have happened to me and I am no longer myself. Weird.
OK, an explanation is in order. I looked out across the garden we live next to yesterday afternoon, across the vegetables and flowers that [...]