My Great Uncle

In the dark, quiet hours of the morning, my great uncle, Terrel Taylor, went home. And as I have thought … More

Sweet Gwen

Sweet Gwen, Today is your second birthday. We might have done something more adventurous or gone somewhere new a few … More

Don’t forget the divine factor. It was his gentle reminder to me that my perspective was askew, that my focus … More

I am building an invisible house. The work I do is lost to the eyes of the world. I do … More

Planting bulbs is such a deliberate act of hope. Holding brown, dry, seemingly lifeless hunks of plants, you dig a … More

I have a box in my closet, black and white, with flowers laced through. It is a beautiful, unlabeled box. … More

And I sent messengers to them, saying, “I am doing a great work and I cannot come down. Why should … More

My favorite scene of Avengers: EndGame begins almost gruesomely. It seems like the end of the movie and perhaps the … More

There is nothing quite so hard in this life as change. Even if the change is good, the act of … More

Simple enough for children to memorize. Timeless enough to be read to mourners for centuries. Repeated enough so that even … More