by krishainessharp | Walking the Crooked Path to Wonder
I have a friend who works for the Ithaca Department of Public Works. Until today, I haven’t known his name. I see him when I’m out running or walking, waving at him seated high in his truck. I look for him when a blue truck rolls by—that’s what you do with...
by krishainessharp | Walking the Crooked Path to Wonder
A fish lays on the bottom of the boat, just landed. The tail flaps hard, trying to force gills into working. The mouth, shredded by the hook, opens and closes like a slowing metronome. The fish’s entire body is sucking air. A year and a half later, I still don’t...
by krishainessharp | Walking the Crooked Path to Wonder |
You may be curious as to why I decided to call my blog, “Walking the Crooked Path to Wonder.” My life, as does yours, has times of loss and times of great beauty. We make good decisions and we mess up big time. Pain and devastation on the one hand and the most magical...
by krishainessharp | Walking the Crooked Path to Wonder
It’s 8:30 pm on Tuesday, July 16, the end of my summer vacation, and I’m checking my email to plan for work the following day. “Dear Kris,” the email begins, and I already know. The board “has voted to eliminate,” and I start to sweat. It continues, “…from...