The week that was …

Last weekend saw me help shepherd my sister out of the shadows of a broken marriage and into freedom. Freedom from years and seasons of pain and sacrifice, and freedom born out of an indelible cost to her humanity and identity as a woman. A big group of people who love her ferried her out of … Continue reading The week that was …

Providore

There is no indecision. Just the untangling of hair you manage to do so elegantly just as your door rises akimbo to the air.   The clang of chain takes a crack at chipping away your softness, but nothing can touch you.   You graft to my pupil; that absence of fear swimming in your eyes; sailing … Continue reading Providore