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some stuff i've written about hope

Do This Instead

This is mostly written to myself, as a reminder that the things I usually do are not the things that make me happy. I’m trying to change that.

A Tattoo and a Prayer

It seemed like a good time to carve these words onto my chest. I have a feeling I’ll need them close by in the days ahead.

The Chaos of Hope

Words are wild, violent slippery things; you never know when they might go flying out of control. But if anything, this essay is about losing control, about leaning into the chaos of hope.

In the Beginning…. Shit

Then God spoke into the darkness and said “Let there be light.” And not a damn thing happened.

Rend the Heavens (A Psalm for Advent)

This is my tired advent prayer. Fuck this shit indeed. Amen. Which, being translated, means: How long oh Lord?

day 19: enough to be simply here

I don’t have to be happy every day. Some days it is enough to be simply here.

day 9: and sometimes you don't

I’m tired and my eyes hurt. It’s a good sort of tired because I’ve spent all day having adventures with my kids, but tired just the same and I honestly don’t feel like writing right now. I tell you that…

day 6: particularly in between

Anne of Green Gables once said about how happy she was to live in a world with Octobers, and I respectfully disagree.

From the Other Side

I can still remember how empty those words felt a year ago, how little I believed what I was writing when I told myself I’d make it to the other side.

Day 16: Healing

I don’t need a calendar to tell me it’s been a year. I can feel it in the air when I step outside, the crisp wind that tears leaves from trees and sends them skidding down Minneapolis sidewalks. Images crowd…