Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
this house is over on Memorial Parkway in north Minneapolis near where we used to live. They have had this decor up for at least 10 years now. It's a little odd, the motto for Jesus. But it does get your attention.