Shelter in Place
An overheard conference call: Wake up at the same time you always did on a normal work day, take a shower like normal, get dressed like normal, keep the same hours you normally did, invest in your space at home. This could be our new normal for a very long time. I can’t help but…
Close-Ups: Roasting a Chicken
He chopped vegetables and slid thyme off stems, while I rubbed oil and shoved lemon into darkness. Six hours slow cooking and seven minutes kissing the broiler later, he dug the dull knife into the loose joints of our browned bird. Nauseated, I walked my ears away. (Sorry, Julia Child.)
Searching for God’s Will
This post is part of a new project that I’m working on. Visit Jess Alston’s website to learn more about the Dig Deep Podcast. I’m officially the least qualified person to write this post. For the last six months, I’ve been praying for something pretty specific. It felt like an eternity of hearing silence mixed with static.…
I spend my days watching people. Yes, I recognize that this sounds creepy, but I assure you, it’s nothing like that creepster watching kids at the playground that Netflix would turn into a documentary that goes viral. I watch with innocence and wonder, marveling and curiosity. I watch to learn how to live and breathe…
Somewhere deep down, we all want to feel needed here, beyond Can you count these paper clips? Way beyond Turn in your time sheets. So far beyond Pay your doctors’ bill or It’s time for your colonoscopy.
Do you know how to count it all joy?
I saw a man fishing at the lake yesterday. He wore black knee-high boots and stood in the water that came about halfway up his boots. I bet the water felt cold, as we’ve barely kicked the frost in Maryland. He just kept standing there in his baggy khakis draped over his boots, holding his…
Are we tired of the same story told over and over again?
Years ago, I wrote a story about a man jogging. I saw him the other day, jogging down my same street, and I wondered about his story, both the real version and the one I invented. Has it changed over the years? Or, would I tell the story differently today? Friends who read my…
All shall be well: My trip to Italy
I traveled to Italy to audit a course on Medieval Art and Spiritual Disciplines, expecting grand thoughts and monumental soul movement, but instead clinging to the quiet, ordinary moments. I fell in love with laundry drying on clotheslines. Let me back up a little bit. Before I left for my adventure to Italy, I…
What do writers do all day?
I grew up as a competitive cheerleader. (I know what you’re thinking. Do they even know how to write? Fight the stereotype and stick with me.) For almost 15 years, I traveled around the country to compete in large arenas in front of hundreds of screaming and painted fans. Our routines lasted for 2 minutes and…