A Poopy Situation

To be low. To sink. To bow lowly. To be humbled. We mostly think in our innermost parts that we are good because of things we do and don’t do. Things we think and don’t think upon. How we see. How we hear. But none of us escape being toxic, bitter, angry, demanding, self-seeking, etc.... Continue Reading →

Oliver Anthony and Fudge Rounds

I’ve been on welfare in the past. I’m overweight , and I’ve had my share of little Debbie Cakes, and I’m not offended by Oliver Anthony, nor do I see him as being any harsher than Stephen before they stoned him to death. Fudge Rounds might mean more than you know. I’ve lived quite a... Continue Reading →


If you have been counting up to the day that commemorates the outpouring of the Spirit (Shavuot/Pentecost), today is said or thought to be the day Eli's sons grabbed the Ark and ran out to battle against the Philistines and died. Upon hearing the news, their father, Eli, the high priest falls backward and breaks... Continue Reading →

Musing–The Woman at the Well

I'm working on a blog ( Old Rags, Josephs Bones, Jacobs Well, and a Samaritan woman)  That compares the woman at the well to Joseph, Jeremiah, and many women at wells. Yes, even Moses sat down at a well after fleeing Egypt. While working on the blog last week, I started noticing the art of... Continue Reading →


To the tune of Flowers: a remake of a pop hit. He created the flowersHe created the sandHe wants to commune with us for hoursGive us riddles in the night; we don't understand He wants us to search out His treasuresAnd take ahold of His handsHe can love us betterBetter than anyone canHe Can love... Continue Reading →

The Altar of Atad

Free Chapter: A Crown at the Altar of Atad Have You Ever Had to Bury Someone or Something?  So Joseph went up to bury his father; and with him went up all the servants of Pharaoh, the elders of his house, and all the elders of the land of Egypt, as well as all the... Continue Reading →

Pink Cotton Candy

"There's always a time to shine," she said, curling her bottom lip."You need to let the light shoot out of your hair like cracked eggshells covered in glistening white yolks." Sparkles. I pictured her hair standing up all over her head, illuminated and glistened like the moon draped over an armchair or a starfish on... Continue Reading →

Kentucky Book Fair

  It was an honor to be invited to the KY Book Fair. To be seated in a room full of authors like Wendell Berry was surreal.  His poetry has gotten me through many difficult times and caused me to become more aware of the beauty in creation. I had the pleasure of meeting Mary... Continue Reading →