“And Promise Never to Come Back”

I was a freshman in college, it was weeks away from Christmas break, and I was standing in my vocal performance teacher’s office. To my right was my accompanist, a slender redhead named Katelyn who I’d met on the first day of classes. She was at an upright piano with my music displayed in front of her. Her fingers gracefully played “Down Among the Dead … Continue reading “And Promise Never to Come Back”

Mornings with Joe

This story was originally published on Medium.com as part of their emphasis on the homeless. Read the original story by clicking here. Because we were young and didn’t fully understand how the world worked, based on the recommendation of the church’s leadership, we’d bought a house we couldn’t afford that was too trashed to live in, and we were stuck. We couldn’t move in until … Continue reading Mornings with Joe

Spencer the Laughing Bum

The following memory was originally shared on Medium.com. This week they are having a focused look at homelessness. You can read the original post here. “The service starts in 20 minutes. You need to do something about him,” my boss said. “He’s not hurting anybody,” I said, not looking up from the tray of muffins I was arranging for the coffee station. Usually Pastor Ryan … Continue reading Spencer the Laughing Bum

The Church at the Crossroads

Walter was a short, extremely thin, balding man with white hair, a scholarly beard, and thin round glasses.  He looked to be in his late 60’s.  His office was a small room full of books.  There were books everywhere: books on the shelves, books on the window sill, books on the floor.  The abundance of books struck me as strange since the dim lighting made the room a … Continue reading The Church at the Crossroads

An Everyday Decision

“What an asshole,” he ranted to himself as he pounded out an email on his laptop.  He sat at the kitchen table, his laptop jammed between the cluttered remains of dinner. It was spaghetti night. Four small, plastic, bright-colored, kid’s plates filled with hardening, half-eaten noodles were scattered about. Each accompanied by a red stained fork and partially finished plastic glass of milk. Spots of … Continue reading An Everyday Decision

A Letter to My Drug Dealing Neighbor

Dear Drug Dealing Neighbor Five Houses Down, While you and I have had only passing encounters, I consider you a friendly acquaintance. On occasion I’ve smiled and tossed a nod your way.  You’ve shown signs of recognition.  Once you even stopped my kid’s ball from rolling into the street.  It saddens me that we’ve never had a real conversation, especially now since I believe it … Continue reading A Letter to My Drug Dealing Neighbor