So I heard you’re writing a novel.

  "So, I heard you're writing a novel!" --Everyone, to me, all the time I've heard this phrase several times from different people over the last 23 days (a few days ago, it was twice in one day). And each time I've tried to answer them, I've ended up doing a weird combination of shaking… Continue reading So I heard you’re writing a novel.

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A few life updates.

So I know I haven't written in a while, but these past few months have been chock-full of changes and transitions and all the busyness that comes with adjusting to new life rhythms. (By the way, what is a chock? Can anyone explain this to me?) I tried to come up with a unifying theme… Continue reading A few life updates.

The in-between.

Today was Holy Saturday. As I sat on a park bench, preparing to write, an elderly woman wearing enormous white sunglasses and carrying a can of Del Monte Canned Spinach and a loaf of bread approached me and asked if she could sit next to me. I said sure. She sat there, eating her bread and spinach… Continue reading The in-between.

Rest and see.

Greetings, Wanderers. It's been a while since I've written. Over this past Christmas season, I've been around the world and back, from my home in snowy Michigan to the red tile roofs of Prague, from the mountains of Salzburg to the small farm towns of East Texas, and back to my beloved windy city of… Continue reading Rest and see.

The confessions of a recovering Little Miss (Un)helpful.

When we were very young, my parents bought me and my sisters each a storybook in the Little Miss series by Roger Hargreaves. The books are small, slim paperbacks that follow the lives of their titular cartoon characters: Emily got Little Miss Sunshine and Sarah got Little Miss Bossy. Mine was called Little Miss Helpful. It was one of my favorite stories. As you might guess, Little… Continue reading The confessions of a recovering Little Miss (Un)helpful.

Making moves.

It always amazes me when I meet someone my age who has lived, with the exception of college, in one place their entire lives. Growing up, I moved a lot. I lived in five different homes before I got to middle school, six different homes before I graduated high school. Admittedly, these moves were never more than… Continue reading Making moves.

Charley horses.

[E]very creative person, and I think probably every other person, faces resistance when trying to create something good...[R]esistance, a kind of feeling that comes against you when you point toward a distant horizon, is a sure sign that you are supposed to do the thing in the first place. The harder the resistance, the more… Continue reading Charley horses.

Be filled.

Hey Wanderers. I'm sitting on my couch right now in the middle of catching up on a week and a half's worth of my Bible plan. I just finished reading Psalm 104 out loud to my empty apartment. Usually I read too fast or I just try to push through to say that I finished the… Continue reading Be filled.

Drunk and lying naked in a tent.

Today I was reading Noah's story in Genesis. It starts out great. Noah is this super-spiritual, godly man surrounded by evil people. He builds this fancy ark because God told him to and he saves his family and all the animals from the flood that God sends to destroy the rest of the earth. To… Continue reading Drunk and lying naked in a tent.

New Year’s Eve.

It's mere hours away from the end of one year and the beginning of another, and here I am remembering the roller coaster that was 2015. What. A. Year. This year was full of milestones--some expected, some not so much. I turned 22, started student-teaching, and then I quit student teaching and dropped out of Northwestern for… Continue reading New Year’s Eve.