Speechless

I’ve built my life around words:  planted them like seed, panned for them like gold.  I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought.   This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]

A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty

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.  * There’s a place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]