These Funny Limbs

I stood in the doorway and asked him how he was doing. He said, “I think a part of me just died.” How is it that teenagers are so dramatic and so honest at the same time? “Why?” I asked. It could have been anything. Whatever it was that brought him back to the hospital […]

Gratitude

for people who genuinely love what they do – who open a restaurant to make magic instead of money, who know the names/interests/moods/diagnoses of kids that pass through the hospital every week, who step up to each day without complaining about its challenges and with respect for every piece of their work. . for spaces […]

Small acts of faith

It seems to me that the only way I want to live is in faith. Faith outside of all religious contexts, in the most basic sense of the word, simply trusting that all of these small, pointless things we do are in fact building something larger. Every artist knows this – spending the hours creating […]

On Sleeping

I am trying to build a relationship with sleep. It has been long enough, the two of us wanting to reach out but avoiding each other anyway. Maybe it is just clinging to the nostalgia of being tucked in, but as I lie in the dark with the lights off and eyes closed, I have […]

Theo’s Song

Lyrics to Theo’s SongPeel the city streets away, there’s a child wrapped inside You can hear him singing when it rains, your footsteps can feel it when he cries And if you give him just a moment of your time, He’ll tell you what he knows about the earth and of life He says that […]