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An Invitation to Slow Work

  At the Festival of Faith and Writing I happily found myself in a session titled “Slow Reading.” I joked to a couple of friends on my way to the session that my whole reason for going was to make myself feel better about my inability to read anything half as fast as most of my peers. It’s true. I’m a slow ...

An Invitation to live the Easter joy

The longer I’ve been celebrating and walking through the calendar of the Church, the more I’ve noticed a tendency in me (and, I imagine, in many of us) to feel more at home in the seasons of  repentance and preparation than in the seasons of celebration. I'm actually not all that sure how to practice the joy and ...

Sunsets and Droughts

We don’t have curtains up on our windows yet, but the wide windows in the living room and kitchen offer a view that takes my breath away every morning when I wake to the stars, and every afternoon when the sun glides away from us into another place. It’s not supposed to be so beautiful here. This is supposed to be ...

First Day: The Holding and the Letting Go

For months we’ve been talking about this. This thing is coming. This change. When all the baby wears off and all that’s left is the kid, the child. All those years that felt eternal. And suddenly--poof--he jumps on his bike and rides ahead of you while you run to keep up. You take Sunday off from the book. You force your ...

Marriage and the Growing Up of Us

When did we grow up? It wasn’t then, when we stood in the mountain meadow, flowers in my hair. And your hair, oh, honey. Your hair was such a mess. It took you four years to believe me that conditioner would do you good. That product would REALLY do you good. You stood in that meadow with that hair and I loved you. I loved ...

One Good Phrase: Annie Barnett (Everyone is learning)

I love Annie Barnett because the kindness that shows up in her writing and visual art is an actual reflection of who she is. I love her because she is an artist soul and when you see her illustrations, you feel a sort of hope. Last year, she wrote here about the sacred work of creating. So happy to have her back again ...

For Brooksie, on his 2nd birthday (A Thankful Tuesday post, of sorts)

  Brooksie, when I got you out of bed on your second birthday, I whispered. It was 6:30 and your brother was asleep next door; the neighbors were asleep downstairs. I hate worrying about noise. I wanted to bust in with a guitar and serenade you. (If only I could play.) I wanted to shout to the world that once you weren’t ...