wild

neatlittle rows of herbssoaking in sunthat will by miracletransform to sweet climaxon the tongue. how pitiful your rageand tongue-wagging when life doesn’t line upthe way they you see fit. what a shame you miss out on the gloryof life, a treasure to behold and nevermeant to be a pawnin your bitter blackheart of rage, stuckContinue reading “wild”

An open letter to my beloved Ukraine friends

Please join me in praying for my friends—indeed all our brothers and sisters in Ukraine. Dearest friends,  My heart is overflowing with anger, despair, and fervent prayers as I watch the news feeds about the unspeakable attacks on your beloved country.  Can I pray with you right now? Lord Jesus, we bow before you, prostrateContinue reading “An open letter to my beloved Ukraine friends”

On nursing, and why I wrote 40 Days of Hope for Healthcare Heroes

Our oldest son has been working as an RN in a designated COVID-19 intensive care unit since the first days of the pandemic. I have been working with cancer patients and as a hospital-based case manager. Most of my dearest friends are healthcare workers. None of us signed up to work during a pandemic, butContinue reading “On nursing, and why I wrote 40 Days of Hope for Healthcare Heroes”

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