A couple of weeks ago was the River Teeth Nonfiction Conference, and leading up to that were lots of long nights getting ready. I’ve been feeling frustrated with my ability to make time for writing, here or anywhere else, but now that the conference is over and I’ve given my brain a little break from … More The Desire to Be Desired
I got a soul that I won’t sell, And I don’t read postcards from hell. – The Wood Brothers It’s been about a year and a half since I wrote this post, “Crazy Jesus Parables and Dead Pigs.” In hindsight, it’s a rather cryptic post. I don’t give any context to why driving out demons … More I Don’t Read Postcards from Hell
Tonight as I wrapped Christmas presents for our family, I watched Serendipity, a movie in which two characters, John and Sarah, meet one Christmas, separate and then spend the majority of the movie looking for each other whilst being engaged to be married to other people. They chase fate and destiny in order to overcome … More After the Storm: A Better Love Story
There’s a moment after you say, “Yes, Lord, let it be as you have promised,” when doubt floods in. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. Maybe this path that looked so blessed while Gabriel was hanging out looks dark and lonely now that the bright winged angel isn’t nearby. You are small. You are … More Advent Day Eleven: Wait, what?
Today, a short essay I wrote appears on Brevity, a journal for brief nonfiction, called “Field Guide to Resisting Temptation.” I wrote this essay after it occurred to me for the first time that I could be the one to screw up my marriage. Even though my husband and I had talked about temptation abstractly, about bar scenes … More About "Field Guide to Resisting Temptation"
Lately I’ve taken to listening to the audio Bible on YouVersion’s Bible app in the mornings as I exercise or as I’m getting ready for work. I have been out of spiritual practice, so since I’m exercising regularly, I figure coupling my physical exercise with some kind of spiritual exercise is a wise move. I’m … More Crazy Jesus Parables and Dead Pigs
It’s one of those writing nights where I spend about a minute or two typing out clever sentences and then hold down the backspace bar until the page is white again. It’s also the night of a thousand saves as I open and close new and old drafts of poems and essays. And the night … More The Elliptical and Tonight’s Work of Writing