devotional literature
Returning to a book that shaped my imagination
Is there a word for nostalgia tinged with trauma?
The sounds of my mother’s typewriter
Lying in bed and listening, I heard devotion. And creativity. And mystery.
The unadorned self, living forward, and a great lake of beer
What I found when I looked up today’s date in four daily devotional books
Finding God in the sewer
Struggle on against the powers as if this desperate situation were nothing—because even now it is nothing.