Deeds of Kindness in Oxford Written January 2011 during a study abroad trip to England Eyes covered in shades of black, Tip tap, tippity tap, Cane searches for crevice and crack. Feet meet steps, swift and sure, Now into the traffic, onto the road, Feet…
The couch was an odd color—a plaid-like pattern of burnt orange, dark brown-black, and yellowish puce, a bit like the color I imagine a seasick landlubber would turn. But then, as a garage sale deal found by my parents shortly after their marriage, it wasn’t…
I was reading through some old journal entries recently and stumbled across one from the Easter season two years ago. At the time, I had been on a spring break mission trip to a community center in Indianapolis – the same community center, as it…
Several years ago, I did a Bible study that discussed what it meant to be “had” by the Enemy. Though I don’t have the dramatic testimony that some do of being saved from drugs, alcohol, pornography, etc., I identified so strongly with that concept of…
Being a writer has its disadvantages. I can’t just “enjoy a book for its story,” not if it has grammatical errors sprinkled throughout or has a tendency to overuse a particular adjective. (Some words like “facetiously” just aren’t meant to be used more than once…