Faith

Keep a loose fist.

When I was a little girl I was quiet and pensive; given to staring into the eyes of adults rather than answering their questions. When I was littler still, I hid myself behind the skirt of my mother. My mother. The prettiest, most wonderful creature. She sometimes wore a silk scarf and her dark hair made me feel silly in my yellow head. I liked to look at her, I watched up at her while she brushed her hair. It…

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Faith Life

Desert Rat

I’m going to tell you stories. In the desert where I was a child, the wind stings like anything. A…

Faith Family

Barefoot. Pregnant

Name: Amy Marquis Occupation: … Domestic Engineer … Employee: Self Pay: zero dollars and zero cents Years Employed: 17 When…

Faith

Bruised Theology

I have a bruised theology. That is to say, I have learned how to get down on the ground right…

Garden

Victory Garden

Instead of wringing our hands, let's put them in the dirt and see if we can't make something of it.…