Last night I was giving Ellis a bath when she told me, “You fight the choices [that] you make.” Sometimes I don’t know if I’m talking to a two-year old or some otherworldly sage. Lately she has been role-playing Rapunzel and insisting that the rest of us play along. I don’t know how many times … 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
