Orphaned Believers by Sara Billups: A Critic's Review
There is a man I met in person once, a writer I loved. He wrote things that would bring on the closed eyes, the quick, soft groan of ugh, y…
Ex-Mystic Mama: A Story of Deconstruction
“We are wandering, yet we are loved.” As a mystic, I clung to these words by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I called her book, “Women Who Run With…
Psalm 37
“Dwell in the land and feed on His faithfulness.” I’ve been tucked into Psalm 37 lately and it’s been watering the depths of my whole bein…
Create Anyway by Ashlee Gadd
“Both motherhood and creativity have taught me to be brave, to relentlessly seek beauty and joy among the mundane, to notice the remarkable…
Lord Knows All Chubby Girls Want to be Thin
I first discovered the wild wonder that is Alanis Morissette when I was a small-town homeschool girl with big dreams and big tears, deep lo…
Healing Doesn't Come With a Warning Label
All parents know that the failing and the flailing, the wrestling and the weeping, are part of growing up. If you lived with me in my house…
Summertime
Will he tiptoe, curious, to peek over the edge of a dusty produce stand to find mounds of lush blackberries, peaches, and tomatoes all wait…
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