It’s woven into the human fabric: we are all story tellers and story-listeners. “Narration is as much a part of human nature as breath and the circulation of the blood,” says British novelist A.S. Byatt.[1][…]
Lolita
I realize it’s been forever, and I apologize to those of you who visit T&L every day just waiting for an update. Wink, wink. These past few months have been crazy and busy, but I’m back,[…]
Skeeter Lives
Some distance away he sees spray-painted on the back of one of the concrete benches in the mall of trees a slogan SKEETER LIVES. If he could go closer he could be sure that’s what[…]
Good Friday — the Cross and the Lynching Tree
Every time a white mob lynched a black person, they lynched Jesus. The lynching tree is the cross in America. When American Christians realize that they can meet Jesus only in the crucified bodies in our[…]
Thesis Blog: The hardness of the heart
The motions of Grace, the hardness of the heart; external circumstances. I’m working on edits of my thesis to prepare for tomorrow’s (final) meeting. The paper needs to be done-done by the beginning of April.[…]
Discovering what lives in us
Most students…feel that they must first have something to say before they can put it down on paper. For them writing is little more than recording a preexistent thought. But…writing is a process in which[…]
First and Second Sundays of Epiphany
I am curating poetry at Wits’ End through Epiphany as well, and I plan on sharing those poems here as I did through Advent, though with less commentary. School has started up again, and Sundays[…]
Merry Christmas 2013 from T&L!
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men![…]
Fourth Sunday of Advent
This week is odd because although it is still Advent, a time for waiting and anticipation, Wits’ End is celebrating Christmas and the birth of Emmanuel. How can we carry at once both the anticipation[…]
Third Sunday of Advent
At my church we sing the Taize song, “Within Our Darkest Night“: Within our darkest night You kindle the fire that never dies away That never dies away That song has been running through my[…]