{on writing, prayer and photography}

I have reflected on the idea of prayer and I am reading (with a friend) the wonderful book  Prayer by Hans Urs von Balthasar.  This book is so rich that I’m left both breathless for more, even while being totally flabbergasted by his meaty thoughts.  I find myself studiously copying down paragraph after paragraph.  I will be…

EATING ANIMALS by Jonathan Safran Foer

For the last two weeks I have been enjoying life meat free.  I never thought that was possible.  Here’s why I no longer eat animals from America’s factory farms. This review originally appeared on The Englewood Review of Books website.   “99% of the meat sold in the United States today comes from a factory farm.”…

What’s changing, so that I can be writing!

This is such a busy time for folks with kids.  We are living the last month or so of school and for whatever reason my kids seem to teeter on the brink of things this year academically, spiritually, emotionally — this has been a challenging and demanding year.  With summer looming, there will be any opportunities to…

When you are Afraid of Home

It was stunning for me to realize that I had no anxiety the entire time I was away at the Festival of Faith & Writing. The thought of returning home brought the familiar burning in my chest — so unwelcome.  I do not want to accept its presence. And just for a minute I know that…

The Offering. (A poem about our words being an offering)

I have always known that words have power to disappoint and even threaten. They so often offend and injure, colliding with others perceptions of me, of themselves, of life together in this messy place. And words heal, offered as a rich confession that brings one to the edge of truth and back again to our plain old…

Today I Said No

Today I said no. I said no to something that might have been sweet and good, something that I would enjoy and that would make me feel good about myself – helping other people.  It was something that was even noble.  Can I be honest and tell you that I need some things to do…

Good People (those that toil, so that others can create)

There are people, good people who toil every day at work they don’t love and some days simply endure. Why do these people, good people do that? They’re partnered with a creative soul; a dreamer, someone who scribbles words one after another, collected into pages of an idea that is yet to come; that hears…

I am human. Join me. (Thoughts on faith, confession and writing)

Part two of … this.  A response. You know it’s funny.  Several people responded to what I wrote today with what I found to be a slightly odd, or at least a surprising response to me.  Okay, odd isn’t fair.  They expressed concern.   You need to know something. If I have gotten to the place of putting…

On Writing, On Being

I’ve been thinking a lot about my traumas and God’s grace, about sin and  God’s grace, about my separation from God, actually pushing God away, and the act of drawing near to him again. About the things in our lives that keep us from total dependence. My life, to be clear, my dependence. I find…

On (Not) Writing

I’ve slipped back over here to my blog because I’m having trouble writing.  You could say I’m s t u c k —  mired in self-doubt. Gluey, icky burdensome thoughts are inside my head as I go through my days — has it been a whole week  — of NOT WRITING. How can this be,…

A Poem: No Vacancy

The summer I was eighteen I wanted one thing — a boy named Tommy LaRue. He was my first boyfriend.  My first kiss. I learned three things from him. What is a French kiss? To drink cheap Champagne. That I was expendable. In those days, I knew nothing of myself.  How to be with people….