Things have been silent here. There have been reasons, and none of them have to do with writing, unfortunately. They are likely to stay silent here a little while longer.
In the meantime, you can read my first article at The Samizdat, an online journal a friend of mine started and asked me to write for every few weeks. While you’re there, click around and learn about the journal. It’s a kick ass idea.
No teenager believes he’ll stay in his hometown if it’s a small one. We all think we’ll get out, like deluded parole candidates. Our fellow inmates don’t have the heart to tell us the truth because they need to believe the same lies. Some of us get out for a time and later find ourselves back where we started, like salmon or Sisyphus. I made my escape to a college five states away. I came back. So it goes.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences. For most of my life I have enjoyed the places in which I lived. Recently, however, my husband and I moved to a small southern town that sounds similar to Greenville. We have been struggling to engage in life here, but often find ourselves caught in a net of despair/apathy. This has been an encouraging reminder that we can actually be co-creators with God (even in this place) if we are open to living that way.
I miss your blog.
Bunches.