Jeffrey A. Nelson

The Prodigal’s Dog

I knew him while he was growing up. He was the one who threw my stick, rubbed my belly, ran with me in the fields. I slept at the foot of his bed and rose with him each morning. Then one day, he was gone. I sat at his father’s side and watched him leave,…

School Haiku

These are a few haiku that I jotted down during my doctoral class week in June: First doctoral courseLectern sits behind the profThe crest is crooked Morning before classChair yoga held in our roomI should have slept in Keurig at the backThey’ve provided dark roast podsI’m on my fourth cup

I Stepped Away to Spend More Time with My Classwork

On the second to last class day of my doctoral intensive week at Pittsburgh Theological Seminary in June, every student was given a blue Post-It note. The assignment was for us to list three things about ourselves without including our names, and then to stick them on a large writing pad set on an easel.…

Content: A Mid-Year Check-In

For my long-standing practice of choosing a single word by which to live for the year, this year I chose Content: This is a word that I’ve been talking about quite a lot in therapy lately. It’s mostly been in reference to my career: what I want to still achieve, how I need to feel…

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