The other day when the light turned green at Arlington and Bronson, I paused for a second before easing Henry (remember, that’s the name of my car) left on Bronson, and past the Burrito Gringo I do not go to. The pause saved me from being hit by yet another car racing through the red […]
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The first time I went to the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College in Grand Rapids, it was to hear the writer Anne Lamott speak. She was her warm, funny self, full of writing and life advice for an auditorium that lapped up her words like we were kittens. I’ve long been a
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I’m no farmer. But when I saw this little painting at an art show in our neighbourhood, I wondered if I should think of myself as one, at least for a little while. I resonated with the image immediately and it brought [inevitable, predictable] tears to my eyes. I thought how much work this woman
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In July of 2022 I signed a book contract with NavPress. It flickered through my mind back then to post one of those “author signs her contract” photos on Facebook, but being a person with a certain doomsday posture, I did not. Sitting at the table at our cottage, my eyes had instantly landed on
A new book is coming Read More »
Here is some of what has been good, because I know you would have told me to look for it, and to reach toward it and name it when I find it. Our children. How they reach out across the chasm you left and toward each other, and me. Your family and how they did
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