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I’m linking up with everyone on where we’re reading Grace for the Good Girl together. I just realized I’ve actually been writing about Grace for the Good Girl all along. In fact, I started this blog as an experiment in risk taking — putting myself and my stuff out there, ad hoc, unplanned, and scary […]
It’s only a body. That’s what I said when we talked about death, mine in particular. I pictured my body in a bed (how often do people actually die in a bed?) and my spirit, the real me slipping away, suddenly untethered from its bodily constraints. Free at last. I won’t be there, I said. […]
Minimalism is in my bones. I’m drawn to stark desert landscapes and uncluttered spaces. I subscribe to Small Notebook where Rachel has great tips on living simply, and I just discovered the Minimalist Mom. Everything I read about simplifying and downsizing resonates with me. I don’t know if it’s the economy or the precarious state […]
I’m sitting next to him on the sofa, but he might as well be miles away. We’re discussing an issue, and the conversation has reached an impasse. Where do we go from here? It’s not really a good time to talk. Life is pressing. He has an appointment. I have things to do. We can […]
Last year I was wondering what we might do for our anniversary. Primarily because I knew he would enjoy it and it would be something different and fun, I suggested that we drive up to Maine and tour the backroads on a rented motorcycle. His eyes popped out of his head and his mouth dropped open as if I had just told him he won the lottery. […]
Musing on Genesis 1 God could’ve obliterated the darkness, but instead he creates light and separates it from the darkness, allowing dark and light to exist side by side. The light helps us to comprehend the darkness. The light, he says, is “good.” (As opposed to “not good”? Is it possible to be “not good”– […]
Cain loved the smell of the earth. His father and mother said it was cursed. “Farming was a lot easier back in the day,” his father would say, with that faraway look in his eyes. He said God had given them the job of working the earth, and Cain enjoyed the challenge of coaxing life […]
Musing on Genesis 2 I’m surprised to discover, after all the hoopla of the first five days of creation, that we’re still just looking at dirt. I always pictured God creating this lush green earth, teeming with creatures, and then plunking man down in the middle of it. But apparently, that’s not necessarily how it happened. […]
The woman had never paid much attention to the serpent, not that she could recall. He had stayed on the periphery, his voice interjecting occasionally, but always under the radar.
Musing on Genesis 4 Other People Cain is worried about people taking revenge for the murder of his brother, Abel. Is he talking about his father and mother? A sister? Brothers yet to be born? Does Cain take one of his sisters with him as his wife or are there people we don’t know about […]
The woman he loved had her arm outstretched. She was offering him the fruit, the juice still dripping down her chin. The man watched himself take a bite.