Life as a Miracle: Arena Rock

Life as a Miracle: Arena Rock

The guttural, low-toned chant of “Br-r-u-u-ce!” chilled me as it reverberated the Coliseum. Lar and I stood in front of our folding chairs, among others filing on the grass field to densely emulate chalk lines. The scene was not the Olympics, for these has...
Life as a Road Trip Miracle

Life as a Road Trip Miracle

It was a spectacular summer day in Hoosierland, and we were on the fly. Radio rocking our rental car, zooming at 75 mph on the Interstate, slicing Midwestern humidity like a butter knife. We’d landed at O’Hare a couple of days earlier, intent on...
Closet Case

Closet Case

Swapping out clothes – Winter for Summer wares – an annual rite of Spring. A household cleansing of spirit, re-connecting with my wealth of wear via the mundane. As I sheathed and unsheathed the clothes according to their seasons, repurposing plastic...
Limerick

Limerick

Limericks are a form of poetry, an affinity I inherited from my dad. I can quickly quip, like he did. This makes my heart glad. ‘Tis fitting to speak of this after eating my fill of corned beef and cabbage to celebrate St. Patty’s Day. ‘Tis. Named...
Living Life as a Miracle: My Lazarus Dad

Living Life as a Miracle: My Lazarus Dad

There are few words that can tilt your world faster than “You’re fired.” Unless it’s “Your dad’s in a coma and not expected to live.” Two conversational clips that I heard within an hour seven years ago. St. Patty’s...