For over five years, Isaac and I have set out on our morning walks with a teal bag on my back to carry all his "essentials." But the bag has seen enough sweat, rain, and machine washings, and the time came for a replacement. Then I came upon a fanny pack. Yes, it even had the label of "fanny pack," and I thought, "Those are perfect for walking a dog!"Read More
A poem originally written on Holy Saturday of 2014 and revised on Holy Saturday of 2018.Read More
I love riding trains: the whistle blowing, the engine revving, the rumble of vibrating tracks, and of course, the people. Unknown but seen. Some asleep, numbers reading, seatmates talking, ear buds everywhere, and a few employees preparing for the workday. Riding a train to work everyday allows me to hear, see, and experience the stories of life.