Reconnecting

Having friends in Australia has become a metaphor for all my friendships. Whenever we call our antipodal mates we have Continue Reading →

The Boy Who Fell Out of the Window +Easter+

We see ourselves in young Eutychus: we sit perched with him on the window ledge of a hot, smoky room, Continue Reading →

For A Daughter

(Listen below) Beloved, do you remember the green light at the end of the Block Island jetty? I was there today and Continue Reading →