I HIT UP OMAHA

I have this thing where I just gotta SEE THE WORLD, you know?? So, a few weeks ago, I messaged my sister, now-living-in-Omaha, all, "Hey, do you ever take visitors?" and, wouldn't you know it, sometimes SHE DOES, and a plane ticket later and I was on my flight to Omaha. Came, saw, conquered. Favorite... Continue Reading →

It was my cousin’s birthday

Yesterday. A birthday. This is for my cousin, Hanna, who turned older yesterday. I think that we actually turn older every day, while maintaining the memory of before. But, still, it is good to remember days-of-birth, so I texted some electronic flowers. We went camping this year, in the summer, hiked the best hikes, had... Continue Reading →

We didn’t die: NYE 2017

As you probably know, my favorite New Year's thing of. all. time. was going to Marytown, a Franciscan Friary just north of Chicago, for prayer and talks and all the celebration, but (alas) that ship has sailed so Ursela took some matters into her own tentacles. Back up a few months, me looking at New... Continue Reading →

Are there rice crispy treats in heaven?

Heaven, like God, is not bound by time. My sister once nearly cried herself to sleep trying to wrap her elementary-schooled mind around the eternal nature of God and the experience scarred me, so, I don't often try to ponder the implications of God's everlasting presence. Besides, of course, that heaven will last forever. I... Continue Reading →

Friend Poem No. 5

I have a friend Named Tim Whom I met Over a cubicle wall-- Me telling him too many stories Me laughing too loud Me making people think HE was the trouble-maker Me "volunteering" him for more, frantic life. I would send him notes Through a crack In the wall. He would send the paper back... Continue Reading →

Friend poem No. 4

I have a friend Named Hanna. One of my oldest friendships, A cousin. On Friday she wore stripes And I said-- "Like a raccoon" And she twisted her head like a raccoon, Pranced a dance to the table Her hands pulled Chest-ward Like paws. We went camping in August, Hanna and I. Five days of... Continue Reading →

Friend Poem No. 3

I have a friend Named Julia. She sometimes writes me letters-- Snail mail-- In cards she has designed herself, Her practiced hand switching from script to CAPS. She writes of saints, Flowers, Love, Friendship. She picks flowers, Sketches heaven, Buys dark chocolate. She cuts her hair short, Announces to her office that They will be... Continue Reading →

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