Gratitude & Asia & Colorado

I once lived in Asia. I remember the night we arrived, how we all trooped into the first apartment at midnight, how we took in every bright and dusty and unusual detail. How we had a few names and phone numbers, but we didn’t know anyone, not really, and we didn’t know this city. Three ...

Advent of Restlessness

I have a bit of a crush on Advent. I buy things for Advent and I daydream about Advent and I want to spend as much time with Advent as possible. And every year, I am disappointed. This isn’t because Advent stands me up, however, but because I make Advent stand in the snow, and ...

Choosing the Freefall

Choosing to be brave is choosing the freefall. It is the moment when you sheepishly return to the party you left 20 minutes ago, the one where you hardly knew anyone, the one where you stayed your usual amount of time and then slipped away. When the door closed behind you, though, you realized you ...

Live Coals and Broken Places

When a live coal sits atop a piece of wood, powered by breath and prodded by sticks, the wood eventually becomes a coal too. And with enough time, the heat begins to chip away at the wood. The fire and I, we made a bowl yesterday. A few hours before, I was sitting in my ...