Personal reflections on nostalgia and depression.
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Once upon a time when I lived in Wheaton, I owned two wooden spoons like the one in this photo. When I moved to Denver, they came with me because they were my favorite. I mean, firstly, they are SPOONS, a.k.a. the best utensil, and secondly, they’re wooden. That’s just a great material, you know?…
Read MoreElijah McClain from Aurora was the essentially the same age as our Elijah in Denver, a few miles over. They were both young and smiling Black men with loving friends and family, and given his name and proximity, his killing hit closer to home. I took this photo earlier this summer, about two years after…
Read MoreIt was my fruit that gave her hope. I dropped it for her that summer day on Asbury Avenue, there on the rutted sidewalk between the small houses, the ones with their driveway folding chairs and roadside recycling bins, and the four sets of apartment buildings toward the end of the road. That’s where she…
Read MoreEvery Sunday, I am reminded of Christ’s love for me through the Body, broken for the forgiveness of sins. In the bitterness of the wine, I taste his agony in his blood shed for me.
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