The Jigsaw Revolution: Finding Peace, Piece by Piece
The way of the puzzler is not about reaching a certain goal. If it were, the perfectly fine image would never have been broken up to begin with. The way of the puzzler is about the puzzling itself.
The Consolation of Silence
Your presence is needed. Hush. Stay. Show your love by letting them grieve.
It Takes a Lot of Tape to Raise Kids
Behind this type of play, though, is a genuine longing for beauty—a desire not only to appreciate the beautiful things one has seen or read or heard, but also to attempt to replicate them somehow.
Grief in Eternity
Yet at times, if only for a moment, I feel the shadow over my days is transformed into pure spirit. Such thoughts give me a surprising sense of quiet joy.
Remembering Family History: A Mess, a Murderer, and a Matriarch
Knowing your family’s past fugitives and pretty boys is the kind of localism anyone can aspire toward and practice.
Great Balls of Fire
With a clear sky above us, no one restricting our movements, we learned—sometimes flailingly, like chickens with our heads cut off—how to marvel.
Fatty Bolger, a Local Hero
Perhaps Pippin is right, but none of the friends call Fredegar Fatty anymore, and those chaps know something about heroics.
Beyond the Scoreboard
Here, on a little patch of field in a North Texas suburb, I found life being played out in simple but significant ways.
Emerson’s Grief
Wallie is gone; no visible scar remains. Mourning provides no lesson, no answers, no closure. The poet is not decrying grief for its lack of utility.