third space

It is a little odd, really, like God forgets the storyline

fish stories

Fish stories ... he wove them deep down into the centers of our bellies and tugged

balkan beauty

Amidst the goodnight chatter of JJ and Emma preparing for bed, the teeth brushing and the hugs, and the last minutes of coloring a picture crayon red, I post a photo of Sara and I smiling in the Zagreb sunshine.  Jay writes 'Balkan beauties' in the tag line and my heart swells likes the bread [...]

the conflict that kills

I pulled the words from a locked room and made them speak in Hungarian, sticking my phone in his face.

tenacious love

Our community recently suffered a tragic, tragic loss. The following are but words, but words that flow out of sorrow in death and tenacious hope birthed in community that is grounded in our faith. To the One who taught us how to live brokenly whole. a mother heaves and shrieks and groans into being life that [...]

turkish toilets

I have heard it recently related that the wife of an important person was hesitant to visit our part of Europe where the toilets may be Turkishly challenging and life is a little raw. She preferred the westernly ordered, pristine shopping boulevards of our European neighborhood. I have to smile at her loss as I [...]