The Hand of God Tree is almost gone now. I see the empty space in the sky where the rest of the “fingers” used to be and I fill them in, in my imagination. It’s […]
I rode to the Hand of God Tree* today, and all that’s left now is this, as if God’s giving us the finger. And maybe, after everything lately, He is. Maybe we’ve blown it, and […]
I hadn’t been back to the Hand of God Tree since I discovered it had crashed into the Chattahoochee River. But so much has happened and I feel like it is my Grandmother Willow (from […]
I sit here quietly in the dark of morning and wait for the bells to ring at the local church or on TV or in my heart, as they have on 9/11* every year for […]
A chill in the air, the day’s light fading, my streamers flew as I pedaled frantically down the path that leads to my secret alcove where the Hand of God Tree waits for me. I […]
I go back to the Hand of God Tree every time I need a reminder that it is there. Which lately is more often.
Hurricane Harvey. Hurricane Irma. Nukes in North Korea. Fires in Los Angeles, where my older daughter now lives. Trump’s intention to end the Dreamer program. The constant nasty, negative attacks on everyone and everything that […]