Last November, I kept hearing this strange sound while I was alone. I'd sit and journal or blog in the quiet, only to be disturbed by tap, tap, tap, tap. It would go off and on. I thought it might be my neighbors doing something in their yard. Maybe some sort of hammering tool. Then one afternoon when I was putting away Hannah's clean clothes in Continue Reading
Manholes
Ever fell into a manhole before? I have—this summer. I wasn’t exactly pretty dripping with raw sewage. Even after climbing out, I couldn’t get rid of the stench. The smell was the residue of my own sin. Self-pity mostly. Everyday, all day, my analytical mind tried to figure out what was wrong. Why am I so depressed? So lazy? So critical? So Continue Reading