Holding on to Everlasting Hope
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest: The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.” – Alexander Pope, “An Essay on Man” I came in from
The Snail Shell of the Soul
I heard a thunk and returned to the kitchen. My two eldest daughters stood at the patio door and stared down at a female cardinal outside on its back. Its large, orange beak opened and closed as snow flurries clung
Hope Springs Eternal
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blessed: The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man My parents flew in from Tennessee on Friday. After I tucked my girls in bed, I pushed open the door to step out on the porch when I heard my mom say into her
What God Taught Me Through a Chicken Coop
I still do not entirely comprehend how our souls will one day pass from life to death and life again. But I do know that this life I love—with its exquisite everyday occurrences: cuddling my daughters in bed in the morning,
Time For This
A bald eagle screeched in the distance. A derelict silo broke up the horizon’s striated hues of blue, purple, and pink. My boots sunk into the melted slush covering the dirt road. My four-month-old nestled against me, bundled between my
I Was Here ~ Leaving Our Mark Through Oral History
Last week I received a letter from a ninety-two-year-old war veteran—written on his forty-five-year-old Smith Corona—which asked if I knew how he could go about recording his life. He shared with me his highlights, his history, and it brought me
The Beginning of Our Lasts
This week, I started the nonfiction audiobook by Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake. Of course, I was only half listening due to the fact that my toddler was in the backseat demanding snacks and water and for
Q&A with mystery author JM Maison!
A few weeks ago, I did a guest post post called, "How is a debut novel like pregnancy?" In the comment section, one of my dear friends JM Maison (I consider her my friend, though we've only met through social