Headlights. Joy. Ross Gay. “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” ―E.L. Doctorow Dear Writer Friends, I am struggling. It is summer. I want...

Thoughts On a French Rockstar I imagine she sings about justice, peace, and love. Slowly walking past a cubist black and white war story she sings inside a red velvet rope. Her hands carry grief. Her ears hear every cry. Her lips tell the story...

Solitudes. Teachers. Parker Palmer. “Love consists of this: that two [or more] solitudes border, protect and greet each other.” — Rilke Dear Writer Friends, A few weeks ago, theologian and writer Parker Palmer published an essay in h...

Turner syndrome: What I want to say about chronic conditions and longing and betweenness and brokenness. I first heard your name when I was 15.  My first longing — for the knifelike abdominal pain to end. My second longing — for the la...