So for those of you who don’t know, I am married to a pastor.
I could seriously write a book about what life has been like in the last 20+ years living this reality. The thing is, if I did, I would have to kill everyone first. Because changing names wouldn’t be enough.
I jest, of course!
But today, I was listening to one of my favourite mashups, and I felt the need to give a shoutout to our church families.
the welcome winding down of clock hand’s dexterity
if it means colliding with the curtain call of complexity
so is it my mouth
or my soul
shaped this way?
or is mind
in sibling rivalry with heart?
on her owl backpack,
“Doctor Vanessa,
she does have blood in her wing
so she’ll be fine.
But there’s no milk
there’s no snow in our snow globe (part one)
so who turned it over
this un snow globe of ours?
is this up?
