During this last season, one thing I remember more clearly than anything else is what we ate. The undercurrent of our life was dark and ragged, but my senses remember so much beauty, too, possibly the soul’s way of finding balance or hope. All those flavors and textures and smells are still embedded in my memories, and that feels like…
Desperation, Cold Pizza, and Fasting
Aaron, Henry, and I came back to our house in Grand Rapids at the end of August. Sometime during the summer, in a process so gradual it could almost be considered imperceptible, we decided to move back to Chicago. We didn’t actually decide all in one moment. We sort of wandered closer and closer to the option until it…