Never Have I Ever…

…booked a plane ticket. …left the east coast, not since I was 8. …spent more than a night away alone. …been on a plane, not since I was 8. …spent a night, never mind two, in a hotel by myself. …been to a new city all by myself. …left New England, not since I was…

The Best Tradition

I’ve observed recently that I like to stack a lot of things on the plate which is my life in the hopes that one of those things will stick around and become a part of who I am. I’ve also observed that there is a major flaw in this thinking; how am I enjoy anything,…

Take It Down a Notch

I love the phrase, “all the feels.” It’s silly and terrible grammar and so very, very accurate for me. I’m inclined to “feel all the feels,” sometimes by choice, but most often my body and mind go ahead and do it all on their own. I think I’m just wired that way. Sometimes, it feels…

And It Was Good

We read the creation story from the Bible on Sunday. I was a little tentative going into it, because I’ve always been honest with my kids about my feelings regarding God and how I’ve taken the time to listen to my heart and have gone where it’s taken me. I’m open with them now, even…

When You Turn Into That Happy, Clappy Jesus Girl

When you turn into that happy, clappy Jesus girl, the one you swore you’d never be, the one you might have known in passing growing up, and pitied for her perceived lack of freedom, for her submission to the patriarchy, the one you secretly envied…when you turn into her, you cry a lot. Most often…

Little Woman

“I am angry nearly every day of my life.” Marmee tells Jo this in one of my most favorite moments from one of my most favorite books. I remember reading this when I was just shy of ten years old, sitting under a big tree in my backyard, still living in our quiet suburban neighborhood…

Hey, You

Yes, you! The one who is like me, a well-meaning white person who is all for social justice and working on being an ally. I have something for you. Actually, four somethings. Four incredible reads by wonderful authors who are members of a few communities we may claim to want to ally ourselves with. If…

WTF is Up with Noah?

Growing up, I remember playing with toy arks. There was a Little People one at Sunday School. Friends had a lovely wooden one and I particularly enjoyed lining the animals up as they made their way into the ark. I had a book of illustrated Old Testament stories the I received one Easter from my…

Of Mess and Moxie: A Review

It’s a bit like coming down from a high, or how I’d imagine that would be if I had any experience in that department (I’m hopelessly square), coming to the end of Jen Hatmaker’s latest book, Of Mess and Moxie: Wrangling Delight Out of This Wild and Glorious Life. I listened to the audiobook, narrated by Jen…

Artist

Like so many children, I liked to make art. I painted and drew, pasted and sewed. I also wrote, at first allowing one of my parents or grandparents to transcribe my stories and then scribbling and pounding keys all by myself. I did all this, but never thought myself an artist or particularly creative. I…

This Summer

I haven’t posted at all this summer, and I’m all right with that. It’s been a bit of a time; we’ve been busy, I’ve been working, I took a class, my mental health has been a bit wonky (more so than usual), and I started writing a novel (20,000+ words and 60 pages deep, thank…

In Which I Get a Little Religious

A Metaphor I am in a clearing, a clearing in the middle of a vast, thick, nearly impenetrable forest. Behind me there is little evidence of the path I have created to get to this place, just the smallest of openings, nearly hidden by undergrowth and the slender branches of trees. Cutting through the forest…