You might think the hardest part of writing a story of any length is getting it out of your head and onto the page. But I’m here to suggest that the hardest part is everything that comes after the first draft is completed—the revision process. Don’t get me wrong: writing the first draft is hard! Some… Continue reading { punctuate : revisions }
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 She didn’t know how long she’s laid there. She didn’t really care, either. All that mattered was that the river no longer raged—well, not like it had in the rapids. She was aware, though, that the current was moving much faster than it had before, and she… Continue reading { story time : “untethered” }
I haven’t written here for quite a while—almost six months, actually. Between the holidays, editing, transitions with my nanny work, and the continuing emotional journey, words have been awfully difficult to nail down, even when I did have ideas of things to post about. Writing really is the best and the hardest thing for me… Continue reading { poetry : “runaways” }
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 Inky blackness closed in as the current pulled her under again. Arms flailing and legs kicking furiously, she fought her way back to the surface, her lungs straining for air. She struggled in the churning water to keep her head above water and her panic at bay. Night… Continue reading { story time : “the rapids” }
On March 13, I drove to Minneapolis for a long weekend. It’s only seven and a half hours away, and some of my dearest family members, a bestie, and lots of childhood memories all inhabit that city; so, when I found out that Sara Groves, Brandon Heath, and Jenny & Tyler would be playing a show together… Continue reading { punctuate : expedition }
The Mississippi River is a major player in Sara Groves‘s latest album, Floodplain, released in the fall of 2015. The album’s title track, “Floodplain,” was inspired by the intersection between what Sara had learned about immigrant life on the Mississippi floodplain (before the city built walls along the river to prevent flooding) and her own struggle… Continue reading { punctuate : floodplain dwelling }
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 Her eyes fluttered. Consciousness began to slowly work its way through her body as light filled the space behind her heavy eyelids. Finally, she managed to open them ever so slightly and was rewarded with searing blindness. Groaning, she turned her head and tried to shield her… Continue reading { story time : “expedition” }
The first time I heard Chris Tomlin’s song “Good Good Father” was during church at the beginning of January. That was a difficult Sunday: I was dealing with some tedious emotions related to transitions happening at work, and I just couldn’t see my way through them that day. I knew Pops had been taking care of… Continue reading { punctuate : perspective }
It seems I am re-entering the blogosphere. It’s been a little over four years since I left—after six years of blogging as a missionary, and having been off the field for two years, I came to the end of anything I had to say. That was about the same time I stopped writing in my personal journal… Continue reading { punctuate : beginning }
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