Last Suppers

“Your ‘Last Supper’.” That’s how my pastor put it when I offhandedly mentioned I’d been meeting a lot of people for meals and coffee the past week. My stomach was ready to bust that Wednesday evening from all the love, and I joked about it to him. He just nodded understandingly and coined those words:…

A Nomad and the Sky

Wind blustering my hair about in the summer warmth, leaving a Culver’s, I finally understood what it was about the Midwestern landscape that most caught my attention: The sky. Instead of a valley near Appalachia, I walk about the prairies and discover it’s the endless horizon that grabs my gaze and leaves me feeling unconfined…