When my grandfather was thirteen, he came home from school and found his mother was gone. No note. No food. Just an absence in the house. He did what any normal thirteen-year-old boy would do which was continue life as usual. He went to school. He stole food from convenience stores. He kept quiet that … Continue reading
Tag Archives: musings
Janus Stories
Like Janus, New Orleans has at least two faces and a multitude of stories that chorus in your ears during the afternoon thunderstorms. They wake you up at night with their rush and pound; they build throughout the day with humidity and pressure, until you are begging the city to spill its tales. I lived … Continue reading
Name It
My friend Leah Pantéa did a podcast with Jordan Ekeroth of The Reindeer Club where she talked about her art and faith. This is the second post about ideas that were sparked by their conversation. I am too lazy to go back into the podcast and give direct quotes, so you will have to listen to it … Continue reading
Resonant Dissonance
There’s this moment when your airplane is taking off into thunderstorms and you are about to enter a brilliant white thunderhead when your mind knows that it’s just water vapor but your heart lurches a bit because it knows you are about to smash into something craggy and solid. But of course you don’t, and … Continue reading
Stalker God
My friend Leah Pantéa just did a podcast with Jordan Ekeroth of The Reindeer Club where she talked about her art and faith. I am going to do two posts on ideas that were sparked by their conversation, and I am too lazy to go back into the podcast and give direct quotes, so you … Continue reading
In Absence Is The Thing
I love camping in the desert as summer gets closer. The days are so hot that you simply can’t do anything but sit in the shade, waiting for that magic moment before sunset when the air softens. That moment when the boundaries between self and the world are lost because you can’t really tell where the … Continue reading
Valuing the Donut
I was speaking the other day with a friend who is a visual artist about her thoughts on patronage and art and a bunch of other stuff posed by Amanda Palmer in The Art of Asking. Both my friend and I had a similar experience when we discussed the books with our partners: their response … Continue reading
