Project 50/50

Twice in the last few weeks, friends of mine have mentioned that I should write a paper or a blog about How to Love People, or How to Love Homeless…

Made from scratch. Shane has become quite the chef with our commodity rations, and after he sliced all the apples, he created a lattice pattern on top and covered it…

The sky was as blue as the feathers of the birds that land on the fence posts in the field next to where I write. If I was an artist…

I laid face down with my head in my hands, composing… like a musician that carefully pencils in the notes as he hears them floating around in the void between…