by Tania Runyan Last weekend the "if-I-were-to-get-a-tattoo" topic came up again, this time among members of the church worship team, many of whom sport whirling trinitarian symbols on their biceps. "I keep having this conversation," I say, scooting forward in my chair, already feeling younger and edgier for even addressing the subject. "Maybe one of … Continue reading Invisibly Close: Why I Won’t Get a Tattoo
by Emily Dufault My first, or maybe second, tattoo; I’m not quite sure. Softly flowing letters, paz, the Spanish word for peace, a little dove adorning its side. Four years ago, when I first starting dreaming of this particular tattoo, I was living in Central America. My life that year was a jumble of Spanish … Continue reading Writers’ Ink: “Peace, beaver”
by Tracy Simmons It’s faded now, often covered by socks or pant legs. What was once a symbol of pride has now become a branding, an aching scar I hide. Thirteen years ago, on a Friday night, I strutted into Fine Line Tattoo in Albuquerque, New Mexico and told the artist exactly what I wanted. … Continue reading Writers’ Ink: On “Scribo,” Tube Socks, and “Speaking Christian”
Rock & Sling 