A New York poet and her schemes to stay afloat. Waiting for the Staten Island ferry on Tuesday afternoon,. I am overcast and scattered showers. How can I describe it? I left my home for home to see my brother who left home to come home but briefly. The closer we are the farther. The ferry is filling up. I am dizzy from too much coffee.

As a Blog Returns to its Vomit. I Still Get to Preach Sometimes. Matthew Lutheran Church, Urbana, IL, on January 4, 2015. Well may the accuser roar. Of ills that I have done;. I know them well, and thousands more;. Sin, Satan, Death, press near. To harass and appall;. Let but my risen Lord appear,. Backward they go and fall.

I really want to live this way, starting now. It may take some practice to get rid of old thought patterns, but I intend to be patient with myself along the way. The Early Intervention Dream Team. Mo and Sara bring valuable experience both as therapists and as mothers who have seen their own ch.