Hands In The Soil

My Dad was the first to convince me that we don’t call it “dirt,” we call it soil. It’s beautiful and rich and it’s from the earth. It’s valuable, a gift. It’s something we respect. Dirt is dirt. Soil is soil. This is soil. This past week, I felt the impact of the incredible sorrow […]

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Dear Porch Lights: Why Can’t Love Do More?

Dear Porch Lights, Running from dusk towards dark, you led me home. So often, darkness is interrupted by light and love. It’s hard to know it’s coming, it’s hard to wait for it, it’s hard to even see it sometimes, but I believe it’s there. Tonight, as I ran, my heart was heavy as I […]

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