Category: tanks

That Scripture from Matthew or wherever… it doesn’t matter, does it? Yall know what it says… I spoke like a child…  I speak like a child all the time. Most of the time it’s because I am so stinking happy I can’t control it. Like I can’t control it when I’m mad or sad or… Continue reading When I Was a Child…

I’m here today because I cannot post on my WordPress site because I haven’t been able to pay the webhosting stuff… something like two hundred bucks, which I don’t have because I’m a child when it comes to managing money. I lost one of my part-time gigs at the end of May. The other’s hours… Continue reading Howdy!

i haven’t been to church in a long time. a friend talked me into going saturday. the readings spoke to me. the songs did. i bought some tamales afterward. two batches. i boiled them both. the first batch came out just fine. i scarfed those babies down. they were divine. the second one? i cooked… Continue reading things can only get better

hey now, take your change.that’s one of the first lines in u2’s stay. the first memory that comes to mind when i hear this song is the drive from montrose to grand junction to visit my mother’s family after my brother died. i plug in pretty much the moment we pull out of the driveway… Continue reading the demons… the dreams i drown

the other day a friend asked me to help her tweak an essay she’d been asked to write for her work. it was about repainting some metal planters, about how the task had enabled her to see that sometimes we are like those planters, weathered and rusted by life, and how when we let him,… Continue reading the good fight

“black holes are the remnants of former stars; they’re so dense that not even light can escape; they lurk inside every galaxy; they’re the most destructive force in the cosmos; as a black hole passes through space, it engulfs everything that comes close to it, stars, comets, planets…” (theodore finch in all the bright places;… Continue reading all the dark places

i used to love this time of year. like really love it. like, i’d decorate my room and have my christmas shopping done before thanksgiving and have all my presents wrapped before mom had even rearranged the den to make room for and set up the tree. christmas was my favorite holiday. not because i… Continue reading oh, what a beautiful season… for some

i’ve never been good at praying. ever. i know how it should be done: you’re supposed to express gratitude for the good, which i do; you’re supposed to ask for help with things that hurt and are in need of healing, so i pray for my friends. i’m good with all that… until i get… Continue reading i don’t know what to pray for anymore