02.26.1999
Time passed in a flurry of blurred shapes and colors. When the train stopped, I stepped onto the cobblestone pavement. An orange cat greeted me bathed in sunlight. As I approached the forest, the cobble grew uneven, weeds growing in between. My hard, hollow steps turned into the rhythmic, soft thud of soil and foliage.… Continue reading a walk in amsterdam
The night sky was silver. My hands were stiff on the wheel. Where I turned, the moon followed. The heater blew cold before the road bent around the hill. Then it opened, and the sky was silver and the clouds were cold, but the hill had fireflies. The lights breathed like scattered coals. The windshield… Continue reading I-5 south
I recently watched Manchester by the Sea. It’s a powerful film about grief and one man's inability to forgive himself for his past actions. I loved every minute of it. It’s viscerally raw and deeply human in a way that resonates with anyone who's struggled with feelings of guilt and loss before. Since watching it,… Continue reading reflections on grief, grace, and repentance
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