There and Back Again: So Much Life
The world seems so full of life in summer, when leaves and lawn spread into a thick, full green. This
The world seems so full of life in summer, when leaves and lawn spread into a thick, full green. This
Writing is a solitary pursuit. When I work, I mutter, fidget, and contort my face while fishing for the right
Where I’m From by Ann Kroeker I am from the persimmon tree, ripe fruit dropping, splitting, squishing soft into the
My parents bought a farm near the small town where Dad grew up. After spending a summer Saturday there planting
Since last week, I’ve been gulping in air from time to time: sucking in through the nose, puffing out through
Rooms are like clothes and photographs- they tell stories. As I look around mine this afternoon- my mind goes tripping
I pulled my hair back this morning. Normally I wear it down, but long strands will sometimes flop down against
Thursday isn’t my official “Slow-Down Fast” posting day, but I was inspired to think and write about Lent today, as
I remember the back door of Grandma’s house swinging open. I can still hear the spring stretching, squeaking and pulling
Many years ago, I was at the Festival of Faith & Writing at Calvin College where Rob Bell was one