The Hard and Holy of Holidays

Here in the U.S., many of us celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow.  It’s a hard day for many because of the fraught history of slaughter and colonization associated with the day, because of the grief some of us experience because of someone missing, because of the...

The Dust of Glory

This morning, I’m writing about grief and the holidays over at Shawn Smucker’s blog as part of his Advent Letters to Those We’ve Lost series.  Dear Mama, This morning, I found out that we are, yet again, not pregnant. . . and all I want to do is turn...

My Words Are Chubby Cherubs

It’s a gray day here at God’s Whisper. The sky is painted shut with clouds the color that a white crayon makes on off-white paper.  The day feels close, present, big.  In this moment, it feels a bit like words are sitting on the other side of those clouds...

T’is The Season When Writing Feels Far Away

Tis the season . . . of crocheted animals for me.  For you, it make be the time of shopping or holiday parties or so much decorating that one more light, and you’re going to break a plastic reindeer leg.  The holidays are my favorite time of year, partially...

T'is The Season When Writing Feels Far Away

Tis the season . . . of crocheted animals for me.  For you, it make be the time of shopping or holiday parties or so much decorating that one more light, and you’re going to break a plastic reindeer leg.  The holidays are my favorite time of year, partially...