In Which God Romances the World

sometimes i can hear the world breathing.it’s in the stillness, the act of doing nothing, that it hits like blast of train whistle and the mouth of the world smells of pretzels and salt and sweat and beer and coffee and tired and fast food,like the exhaust of...

imperfect prose on thursdays: when you thought your child was destined for more

Mother and Child, Watercolor, by E. Wierenga (www.etsy.com/shop/canvaschild)(Guest post by Tara Pohlkotte)  The flu is making its way around our house this weekleaving tired bodies, instant needs, and a weary mama leaning on door jams to regain strength when...