Are Thoughts Things?
November 30, 2016Theme Essay by Cynthia Rosi
Because our religion always marked us as oddities—the people who didn’t believe in doctors—my mother cringed at anything she thought was not socially normal.
Because our religion always marked us as oddities—the people who didn’t believe in doctors—my mother cringed at anything she thought was not socially normal.
There is real joy in offering and receiving good will and in coming together despite our differences.
I called my children by each other’s names, missed appointments, left my keys in the running car.
To live in the unknown, in the uncomfortable, is a challenge for Christians and writers alike.
Climb until every pixel of the sky’s bloom falls directly into your view.
She convinced herself that the people on the walls were really her family.
I gather my writing buddies around me for warmth and continue the struggle.