Words I’m loving today

Have you ever felt like nobody was there
Have you felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere
Have you ever felt like you could disappear
Like you could fall and no one would hear

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away
Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay
Cause when you don’t feel strong enough to stand
You can reach, reach out your hand

And oh, someone will come running
And I know they’ll take you home

Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
And when you’re broken on the ground
You will be found


Uh. WTF.

Just in cased you missed the memo, here’s the news: no Syrian refugees can come to America indefinitely, no folks are allowed into US who hold passports from Iraq, Syria, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Yemen.

And in case that makes you want to shrug, let me emphasize that the second part of that ban isn’t just about refugees, it includes residents, it includes GREEN CARD holders. You may not know what it means to have a green card, but I do, because if took my family ten years to get access to one and I still remember the long days standing in the hot sun on the Mexican border while we waited in line for our final approval.

Words from the wilderness: the encouragement of pain

[I have been stuffed full of words for so long, I thought they would pour out of me onto this blog, but this week, as I have been sorting through the thousands and thousands of words I have written over the past year, I got a little stuck.  Which ones do I share first? Share at all? maybe they’re a little bit too dark? Too sad? Too hopeless? Too intense?

New blog

Welcome to a new blog.

I started journaling before there were blogs – in 1989, scribbling thoughts in a red leather notebook my Aunt bought me with one of those pens that would change colors if you just clicked down on the top. When the internet arrived I became aware that there was a name for a writer like me: a blogger. That was back in the live-journal days – pre-Jesus – dark pages covered with typed angst, encrypted posts to pseudo boyfriends who didn’t care to do the decoding.

Hello again.


It’s been awhile.

Where have I been? Here. And a million miles away.  Sitting at my computer in coffee shops typing words I longed to shout from the rooftops. And curled up in my bed cowering in caverns of darkness and corners of fear.  Facing dragons I suppose I’ve been preparing to fight all my life – facing the rejection I was assured would not wait for me. Facing failure. Facing isolation. Facing me. Facing Him.