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The main room of my apartment is the living room, office, library, and art studio, all in one. Out of respect for my landlord, I try not to put nails in the wall and so consequently, I have painted canvases propped up on empty easels, and every shelf, chair and bookcase. The art on my …

The floods happening in North Dakota saturate the news across the state. Here in Bismarck, the photos of a house ripped from its sandy mooring and pulled into the river have been all the talk. This is a flood of length, not a quick spring flood. It is one that has me realize we’ve entered …

…The silence when the words won’t come are better than a Hallelujah sometimes. – Amy Grant, Better Than A Hallelujah Someone sang that song in church today. I’ve heard it once or twice before. I haven’t decided if I think it’s true. Prayers have lately dwindled to silence. My attempts are not backed up with words, …

We have too few words for the things that count. We have more words to describe the room a toilet is located in than we do for the different kinds of love, or how we feel when facing abject loss. There are times to be silent . There are times we speak best in other ways. …

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. –Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay Walking home from work during the rush hour, I …