A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park.  Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]

A Prayer for Grownups, Inked Onto Beechnuts, Left on the Wasena Bridge: Day Twelve

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  Have you ever wondered why seeds do what they do?  Why they send their small sprouts toward the light? […]

When a Bridge is a Roadside Cathedral & There’s Water Underneath: Day Eighteen

(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city.  Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge:  each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place.  And then I’m going to tell you about it.  If you want to follow my journey, start here.  Today is Day Eighteen.) Yesterday, […]