I was only three years old, so I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing the day Kennedy was assassinated, but I damn sure remember that I was in Asheville drinking a glass of apple-carrot-beet juice when I first encountered the dress. A text had arrived from a friend asking simply, “What […]
We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep. – Hugh Howey, Wool (Ch. 23) The emphasis that some of us place on being remembered … I dunno. What do I care if I’m remembered after I shuffle […]
Here’s from Nadia Bolz-Weber’s memoire, Pastrix: the Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner and Saint: “(The disciples) forgot that they have a God who created the universe out of “nothing,” that can put flesh on dry bones “nothing,” that can put life in a dusty womb “nothing.” I mean, let’s face it, “nothing” is God’s favorite […]
