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…