“Holed Up for a Year, I Hope…” Holy Week short story from Kristin Neubauer Illustrated by Margaret Wohler Jenny steadied herself with her left hand as she squatted among the rubble. With her right hand, she tried to push aside a slab of siding jammed against the remains of the patio table. She’d taken off…
“Holed Up for a Year, I Hope…” Holy Week blog post from Hayes Willingham In March 2020, I was halfway through my pregnancy when the world fell apart. The CDC designated pregnant women as a high risk group. I work in healthcare and soon patients started cancelling appointments with concerns about risks of the virus. I…
“Holed Up for a Year, I Hope…” A Holy Week blog post from C. Neal Goldsborough “Pilate asked Jesus, ‘So you are a king?’ Jesus answered, ‘You say that I am a king. For this I was born, and for this I came into the world to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to…
Note: Kristin Neubauer’s story is a work of creative nonfiction, based on the experience of Maya Husseini, Lebanon’s premiere stained glass artist. Illustration by Margaret Wohler. Tick. The second hand on Maya’s watch moves six-tenths of a millimeter to the right, the click of the cogs lost in the space of cathedral’s soaring arches. In…
I am a retired Episcopal priest, a long time friend and former colleague of Joani Peacock’s, who lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. Over the last two months I have been photographing the public artwork that graces our beautiful city and sharing one work each day on Facebook. My hope was that in these strange, anxious days…
By the time Memorial Day arrives most years, many of us would be plotting our summer getaways, if not already leaving on one. We’d be dreaming of adventure and/or beautiful destinations. This year, with apologies to Dr. Seuss: Oh, The Places You Won’t Go! This year, adventures may be on hold, but places of great beauty are…
I’ll admit to enjoying a lot about being quarantined: sleeping in, pajamas all day, unstructured hours, long, lazy conversations with my family on the front porch or at the fire pit. But, in the background, I can still sense the constant bell tolling for fellow Americans fighting to breathe, suffering and dying from COVID-19. At…
I’ve tried to use my time during the COVID crisis to create artistic pieces of loved ones and places that others find meaningful. It’s helped me find peace and let go of some of the fear I’ve had during this time. I want to share a painting I did a while ago of a place…
