I had a dear friend in Washington who was a master at interpreting dreams. Back then, I loved telling him about whatever vivid narrative or dark nightmare my sleeping mind had spun the night before. He brought a quiet brilliance to what he called my “dream work,” untangling themes I hadn’t even realized were there.…
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Threshold Moments
We all have them, but no matter how many times we experience them, they still bring butterflies to our stomach. I am talking about those threshold moments we anticipate with a potent blend of electric excitement and sheer nervousness. The coach finally calls your name, and as you jog out onto the field, your heart…
The Writer’s Window
I am remarkably fortunate in many ways, but one of the quietest blessings stems from a simple decision I made over fifteen years ago when I first began to write. I placed my desk in front of a window. As my fingers move across the keyboard, my eyes naturally drift outward to watch the soft…
God Listens, We Speak
Each of us, at some point, encounters a moment of quiet desperation—a sudden, acute need to reach out into the silence and address God directly. For many like me, this happens more than once. It is easy for me to recall that time of searching for a sanctuary, finding the physical doors locked, and walking…
The Creative
As a kid, my report cards were mostly a sea of solid grades—until you reached handwriting, art, or music. There, the marks dipped drastically. I simply lacked the natural gift for those disciplines, a shortcoming compounded over the years by an essential tremor. No matter how hard I pressed my pencil to paper or how…