“What are we going to do for the next few weeks at home, in isolation?”
CF has a new wonder drug out now and so many of us are jumping on board. But how do we hold hope and make sure to stay grounded?
Writing without stopping. As fast as I can. I don’t know quite what it will be, I never do.
This is an essay I wrote back in 2015. I wanted to share it here. The Invitation My antique dining table beckons, “Come, sit here.” I hesitate, unsure of the gesture. The gold trim on its otherwise rustic frame always catches my eye, but I tend to pretend I don’t notice and keep shuffling by.Continue reading “Invitation”
PÁDRAIG Ó TUAMA is a theologian and writer from Northern Ireland. I first came across his work on the podcast On Being. He has a community in Belfast that helped bring peace to the region. For me, his thoughts on welcoming the stranger are revolutionary because he points the light back on oneself. I amContinue reading “Pádraig Ó Tuama”
Grateful by Elizabeth Honan Amber The knot rises in my chest My heart plummets Like an elevator in free fall I try to move away from the action Clutching At all of these feelings — A friend comes to visit intending to give comfort. They see my emotions lathered up and agitated, My bodyContinue reading “Grateful”
“S’awful to grow up,” said Velvet “Nope,” said Mrs. Brown “Why isn’t it?” “Things come suitable to the time,” said Mrs. Brown. … “Childbirth,…an being in love. An’ death. You can’t know ’em till you come to ’em. No use guessing and dreading. You kin call it pain… But what’s pain? Depends on who youContinue reading “Dread”