about

Three years ago, I described myself with the following:

I love words.  And light.  Words that bring light; and the Word that is the Light.

I am young.  I know little.  But perhaps writing what I see will help me to see more clearly.  Perhaps, in a small way, my words can bring light, too.

Three years later, and all of it still applies, here on my “about” page.  I still love light and light-bringing and light-being words.   I am still young, though older than three years ago.  And I know that writing what I see has made my vision clearer.

I live in a house in the woods in the deep, sweaty American South, attend graduate school to obtain an M.A. in English, teach college composition classes, teach piano lessons, sing in a church choir, direct a children’s choir, bake things and help with housework, homework permitting, keep up with friends and relatives scattered at variously lengthy distances, and read.

And write.  Of course I write.  But having people — you – actually read what I write?  It was only a potential three years ago, and now you are reading, and I am astonished and often afraid.  But I am learning that there is grace, even for the words which I boldly fling to you in cyberspace. Grace enough that sometimes some of the light I so love gets through the words to you.  Grace enough that I may write, even when it doesn’t.

You read.  That also is grace.

I thank you.