It’s day 1,592 (approximately) of our Quarantine at Home and I’ve got a new post confessional up on The Twelve blog. Grateful for deadlines that force me to stay still, write, reflect, and, ultimately, feel less alone. And grateful to you for reading. You...
I get nervous visiting the pediatrician ever since my kids became old enough to answer the nurse’s preliminary questions on their own. Will they tell the truth about how few fruits and vegetables they eat? That they rarely wear their bicycle helmets when they’re...
Yesterday, as I talked to various friends on the phone, logged into my email, joined in group texts, checked in on social media, and tried to stay quarantined but connected, I’ve been struck by the vastly different reactions the people around me are having to...
By Artemisia Gentileschi , Public Domain, Thanks to The Twelve blog for allowing me space to reflect on how I thought telling the Children’s Bible stories at church would be easy. I was wrong. You can read the blog post here.
“Be more specific,” I used to tell my writing students. “Don’t say cereal when you could say Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Don’t say your character walked into the room when you could say he sauntered in. Don’t say you were reading a book, say you were...
Photo by Thom Holmes on Unsplash A friend’s mom, (a dear woman I’ve written about here before), raising four kids — all six years and under and with only one family car her husband took to work each day — once wrote a letter to the State of Maine...