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There’s More to Living Than Surviving

There’s More to Living Than Surviving

“Are you really a cannibal?” Ellie was one of the regulars at my office hours. She showed up mostly to pitch ideas back and forth with fellow humanities students. They liked hanging out together. And I think they could tell that I enjoyed their company. This time...
Love Makes It Happen

Love Makes It Happen

My father Sam said, “We’ll get a picnic on the way.” I was around seven. My half-brother Joel about five years older.  Joel and I jammed our cane poles and our father’s rod and reel into our aging Dodge Rambler’s trunk and slid into our seats. Sam turned the key in...
The Smell of My Mother’s House

The Smell of My Mother’s House

A mixture of perfume and stale cigarette smoke hung in the air. Breakfast dishes lay jumbled in the sink atop several night’s dinner plates and a variety of utensils. The half-full bag in the kitchen garbage can had been tied off but not yet taken out. That was my...
Blessed, Broken, Given

Blessed, Broken, Given

Sara Miles was bringing her friend Millie back from a round of radiation. Before they could reach the front door, Millie began retching. The treatments were a last-ditch effort to beat back the disease. Millie’s breast cancer had spread to her bones. Her pain was...
Praying in the Dark

Praying in the Dark

[Listen to Audio] Barbara Brown Taylor writes about exploring Organ Cave. Or more accurately, she talks about what the dark taught her in that cave. Hearing that Taylor was researching the spiritual significance of darkness, her new-found friend Rockwell and his wife...