From my point of view the world has no horizon, a person is known by her feet, the road is a slow rolling river of dust.
Read MoreWhen I met her, she was sitting in a rocking chair on a front stoop just big enough for her chair, a pot of red geraniums, a mat that did not say welcome, and me.
Read MoreHere are the things I need to be ready: Boots that fit, Socks that give the boots a little room for error…
Read MoreHer hands speak. The skin is smooth, even at her age, polished by time and care.
Read MoreThe B-I-B-L-E
The Wesleyan Quadrilateral, Week 2
by Andrea Lingle
The B-I-B-L-E, yes, that’s the book for me.
Actually, I have a rather volatile relationship with the B-I-B-L-E. It is a book that I have read and re-read, but do not understand. It is surprising, confusing, infuriating, and precious. There are stories that have left me terrified, inspired, and everything in between.