Are you willing to be wrong (in public)?
When I’m blinded by self-righteousness, I can point fingers and should all over people. When I’m blinded by self-righteousness, I can point fingers and should all over people.
All the ways we try to justify our worth
You’ve connected the dots looking backward, not forward.
I yearn for slowness, silence, non-competition, and paying my respects to the sacred nature of things.
A poem of God and nature.
And the inconvenience of a conversion experience.
7 things that I think 40 will mean for me.
They look a lot like us on our bad day.s
Fall in the sea eventually.
A poem about youth
A poem of my daughter
Poetry about life.