I remember the walls... The cold white lonesome walls that mirrored my image with perfection. Starring into my face I saw a colorless, chipped, lifeless wall echoing my future loudly. I remember this moment like it was tomorrow though it has been 13 years since I admitted myself into [...]
Inviting Pain & Welcoming Grief: how do you want to die? Grief requires us to acknowledge and surrender to our throbbing, it is easy to have contempt for this reality and deny its invitation into our lives. I would argue for grief’s essential role in our lives as the 16th-century [...]
My sweet sister-in-law Julie Mcgill Bauman died today one year ago. I remember holding her hand laying by her bedside while she was on life support. When they pulled the plug I couldn’t bear watching. I had to step away and lay down, I couldn’t see her hurting. But today [...]
Gun Reform VS. Self-Reform Engaging Violence within & without By Andrew J. Bauman “He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they [...]
I wrote the poem below during a dark season of anguish and yearning for people to hold my broken heart responsibly. Most times noble hearted people with good intentions can be the most careless with a fragile, inconsolable heart. But we must continue to have the courage to invite our [...]
We had another miscarriage two weeks ago. Our beautiful baby was 14 weeks old. I have battled going in and out of numbness the past couple of weeks. Shock and cruelty are the only words that linger. Evil and suffering do not seem to let up. A constant attack on [...]
