Author: Laurel Archer
Dec 13 – Anyone
If you think I’m brave or strong, please don’t. I’m no more brave or strong than your Aunt Fanny. Unless, of course, you have a Fanny in your family who is truly remarkable… Let’s ag... Read More
Dec 12 – Living Together
Caleb is an adult now – technically anyway. Mentally I crumple the map we might have used to launch him into independence. He will never live on his own. He will never come to us with disorien... Read More
Dec 11 – What if?
Water as Life Forgive me. Are we in Pharaoh’s dream? Is this a David Blaine illusion trick? Another Egypt? Always Egypt does return. That old, old story told, retold in cruel regimes, darkly inking ... Read More
Dec 10 – Upended
Two of my writing friends worked together on the theme of the first Passover, seen in the light of a future Passover. Feast Succulent roast Standing, devouring, listening As doorpost-blood mocks death... Read More
Dec 9 – Stand Up
Moses killed a man, stirred up as he was, finally admitting he was a brother to the defenseless one under attack. Oh it was a mistake, to be sure, a crime of passion, anger not yet refined in the fi... Read More
Dec 8 – At a snail’s pace
If you can’t go far, go deep, or around and around discovering your reduced kingdom, smaller than expected where the dreams you had shimmer and disappear, as you reach for your reading glasses neede... Read More
Dec 7 – Jacob on the run
A firstborn’s blessing is just words when you’re threatened running from it all. And that crazy dream! God’s word – promises chasing me home. © 2016 – Violet Nesdoly and Laurel Arc... Read More
Dec 6 – Freedom
… soup steaming, flatbread fused with broiled cheese bubbling, everything at the necessary super-hot temperature. I coax Caleb into the chair – finally. He is dependent on prompts which li... Read More