Writing, at its very core, is about saying something. It doesn’t have to be profound, and it doesn’t have to be beautiful as some might label it. But for me as a writer of faith, it has to be true. … read full post
workshop: against frictionless community
I recently sent in the second draft of my second Candlelight Carols script to my colleagues in Chicago.
I’ve been learning to love “seconds,” the revitalized or “new and improved” version of my initial offerings.
When I first wrote a … read full post
thoughts from a two-year-old writer
Recently I’ve been receiving this rash of wonderful wise words from established writers about the act of writing – everything from excerpts from John R. Erikson’s “Story Craft” …
… read full post“My approach to writing has not been dramatic or romantic. It
fragility, routine, and wandering ducks
My routine on a given “writing day” has cemented itself over the course of the last few months. I’ll share it with you (since you asked, ha!)
I drag myself out of bed at the crack of 7am, run on … read full post
faith and the butterfly effect
Back in April, I had a funny little God moment that I wrote off as merely a nice confirmation of good things to come.
I was on the prowl for a full-time job of the sort that matched my resume … read full post
moving into my parent’s basement
(our front door is the white cellar door on the left of the house)
One week before I turned thirty, I joined a growing percentage of my generation and moved my entire family, including four kids five and under, into … read full post
life update: a new season
Friends,
It’s been a while! I’m excited to be back writing to you about things and thoughts in both poetry and prose.
I apologize for my absence from this space in recent months – in addition to moving our entire … read full post
invocation
We limped the last length of the year,
A year full of what could be
A year full of what wasn’t,
And the snapped promises of the past linger now
At the brink of another.
I am here, preparing for … read full post
tiny
There was a giggle and a flash of a smile,
Red-tinged and wild for the release
Of something she’d prefer not to show
And couldn’t help but let go.
And behind the eyes
The simple phrase, a tiny
“I think … read full post
she's four, after all.
“Daddy, I want to show you something,” she crows, skipping down the park path.
About ten minutes ago, they’d both gotten cold and decided the splash pad wasn’t as interesting anymore. Her brother is content to sit, hooded in his … read full post