Beyond the Yellow Door

She walks on wounded feet, carries white roses to the willow by the pond on the hill: three roses, the number of those…

The most basic personal need of each person is to regard himself as a worthwhile human being.Dr. Lawrence J. Crabb, Jr. All my…

My earliest clear memory of my mother goes like this: I was four years old, and I loved to swim. My mother took…

Ten years ago in Mexico, I sat beside my best friend in the backseat of a crowded van watching the mountains of Querétaro as…

If you noticed me taking your photo as you walked away hand-in-hand, you probably thought I was creepy. Hopefully, you simply assumed I…

On the nights when God is silent,she curls up against the dark,her breath a thorn embedded in her throat.At last, all the questions spiral downinto…

Image by Love Art. Live Art. from Pixabay For someone who struggles with so much pain on a daily basis, I’ve been lucky….

It is dusk, the evening of the day that I should have arrived in Wenatchee for a week of the most beautiful…

I was twelve years old when my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was one of the most terrifying and lonely…

This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately: how people drift apart without even intending to, and how as that distance…

Living Passionately with Chronic Pain