Five Minute Friday: Same

Really, it’s a lie when we compliment after passed years, say someone is exactly the same. I suppose what we’re wanting to say is that the essence of you — the unique spark of you — is intact. The one we recognized then, the one we see now. But...

Five Minute Friday: Yes

I like to imagine yes as all invitation and fullness, but the reality is that yes carries on its heels a hundred different nos. I sit in the room that has held one of my yeses: my promise to myself to write. Not to let the whisper or treasure or holy nudge wither on...

Five Minute Friday: When

When you wake in the morning with first thoughts of fear for tender lives in your care, or with the day’s tasks racing past your face on a hopped-up assembly line, or with pain over that relationship or horrible misunderstanding, and all you can do is sort of...