In which I write about 2020 even though I don’t feel like it, favorite books of the year, 2021 TBR list, a new release, and my One Word.

New Year’s Day, 2021. Outside, ice pelts the window and slicks the sidewalks, and the gray skies wrap my little world with a gloomy sort of comfort as I sit on my bed with my pup and my brand new calendar/planner. The ambivalence of looking back over the unimaginable past year causes a wrench inContinue reading “In which I write about 2020 even though I don’t feel like it, favorite books of the year, 2021 TBR list, a new release, and my One Word.”

Quarantine journals: April 18

I stopped putting a tally in this space. All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear. All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power. Today I took my dog on a long walk in the woods. Deliberately, of course. And just to see if there’s any marrowContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 18”

Quarantine Journals: April 11

I’ve always liked Holy Saturday. Is that what it’s called? The in between. Good Friday and Easter get a lot of attention, and then there’s Saturday when nothing happens. Silence. Can you imagine being one of the disciples back then? Abandoned. Confused. Hopeless. Bewildered. Utterly disappointed. The One who was supposed to save was gone.Continue reading “Quarantine Journals: April 11”

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