On Saturday morning, our second daughter was born. My wife labored without the use of painkillers; she leaned on me and tugged at my clothes during contractions. There are few times I felt closer to her, experiencing only the moment together–or she experiencing it and me coming as close as I could, wanting her pain … Continue reading
Psalm 51 is clean; it is familiar. I remember singing the core stanza when I was younger, a desperate plea for God to create a new heart in me: it comes to me now through the veil of time, the memory washed pure in its own right. My eyes are closed, my heart and will … Continue reading
Last night, I picked up The Stranger, by Camus, and started re-reading it. I haven’t read it in six or seven years, and although I remember the plot and main ideas, I remembered little else. I’ve only moved through five chapters, but let me recommend The Stranger to anyone dissatisfied with much of popular literature. … Continue reading
Weeks ago, I do not completely remember it. Brooke awoke before me. I heard her getting ready, in that lovely moment between sleep and wakefulness, dull sounds filling our room. After fifteen minutes — though who can tell at such moments — I arose. Brooke was giddy, jubilant. She waited until I had my contacts … Continue reading
