When my oldest son, who is now somehow eighteen, was born, I began writing a secret blog simply to keep my mind sharp and my heart processed as I sought to honor the Lord and study His Word. Since then, I’ve continued to write (sometimes more regularly, sometimes inconsisently). My blogs cover all kinds of ground: book reviews, poetry, theology, motherhood, anthropology, literature. I’ve tried my best to tag them into categories, but its the wild, wild west over here–which is allowed since we do live on the West Coast.
Most recent
- Springs vs. Aqueducts: The Subtly of Self-RelianceI’ve been ever-so-slowly plodding through Isaiah, verse by verse, lugging around Motyer’s massive commentary with me to coffee shops and parks. When studying any book of the Bible, we look for places of relevance and distance. Lately, I’ve been riding a wave of distance from the texts; however, today, a wave of relevance hit me… Read more: Springs vs. Aqueducts: The Subtly of Self-Reliance
- Known NoticersReading about writers is a pastime of mine. I scour the letters and memoirs of writers, combing for hints and help towards mastery of something that cannot be mastered. In my word-wandering of late, I happened upon a beautiful poem by Thomas Hardy that I’d not read before. In “Afterwards,” an aged Hardy is assessing… Read more: Known Noticers
- A Love that’s LagniappeI love words, but some finagle their way deeper into my soul than others, lagniappe being chief among them. Lagniappe means is an extra, over-the-top, unexpected gift. A thirteenth donut is lagniappe. A free desert on your birthday is lagniappe. It comes from a Quechua word yapa meaning to add which morphed into the South… Read more: A Love that’s Lagniappe
- The Story CatchersIt’s been awhile. I’ve learned that my soul gets quiet when life gets loud – and life with three teenaged sons is most definitely loud. I’ve always prayed that we would be the home where everyone gathers, but I teeter on retro-actively cancelling those prayers when a raucous crew is playing Catan well past my… Read more: The Story Catchers
- On Belated FaithI hate to be late. I hate it so much that I am chronically early in a way that irks my family something fierce. That said, this year, I have been slow to believe the Lord. My faith has been belated. The mix of processing my own midlife disappointments (mostly with myself ), walking teenagers… Read more: On Belated Faith
