Finding God in the silence
Cars careen down the road, auto-tuned radio music thundering out the rolled-down windows. Life in living rooms is deadened by the drone of powered-on televisions. Bus stops and waiting rooms…
Cars careen down the road, auto-tuned radio music thundering out the rolled-down windows. Life in living rooms is deadened by the drone of powered-on televisions. Bus stops and waiting rooms…
Growing up, I would sit at our cozy kitchen table, my eyes scanning the wallpaper, a smattering of grapes, apples and juicy pears accompanied by the words, “The Fruit of…
When I moved to the city, I spent almost every night sitting on my windowsill, eight stories high, and watched the sunset as my fireplace crackled. Too poor to afford…