I am grateful to my friend in the blogosphere, KD Sullivan, for allowing me to share this as a guest blog. When I read this one recently, I wanted so … Continue reading
12/03/2002 (1:02pm) Theology of the Poor A crinkled can, my china, Crumbled newspaper, my linen napkin, Your pasteboard box, my castle, Your tattered overalls, my three-piece suit. A crinkled eyebrow, … Continue reading
**From 2001: my senior year at Thompson High. I Don’t Like A messy house Sweaty socks Cottage cheese Fighting with someone you love. Poverty Broccoli Heart burn A bald man’s … Continue reading
**From 2001: my senior year at Thompson High. I Like A cold bed on a summer night Psalm 27 Tuna sandwiches on whole wheat Wrinkled hands after a day in … Continue reading
I like crunchy leaves in the fall. I like shocked faces that know they shouldn’t laugh when I say something taboo. I like cold sheets on a warm body. I … Continue reading