Writer. Photographer. Child of God
They wheeled me down to pre-op around 4pm on Thursday. I was so nervous that my pulse jumped from 97 to 123 while they were taking my vitals. I cried quite a bit, and hated myself for it, especially since the tears were visible on my cheeks during transport. I was also trembling, because I... Continue Reading →
I'd been so careful about everything I ingested. Anal even. I checked the nutrition facts carefully so that no meal I consumed went over 6 grams of fat. My staples for months have been rice, beans, and boiled carrots. In a moment of madness I had the audacity to add lean ground turkey to my... Continue Reading →
I first picked up The Ragamuffin Gospel over ten years ago. My parents forewarned me that Brennan Manning was basically a heretic, and that I probably shouldn't read it because I was easily confused. I was rebellious enough to insist I had the wisdom to discern truth from error, but inwardly terrified I'd be led astray.... Continue Reading →
Since giving birth I've had trouble fitting reading into my daily schedule. But now with such luxuries as the baby's regular bedtime, I'm finally able to sneak in a chapter here and there. I look for short, easy reads that I can pick up and put down at a moments notice. You know, in case... Continue Reading →
Things are hard here, very hard. I haven't been well since I got pregnant. I am currently waiting for my endocrinologist to clear me for gallbladder surgery. The idea that I require clearance for surgery is still hard for me to believe. It feels like pregnancy ripped my body to pieces. For months now my... Continue Reading →
So about yesterday's blogpost... It wasn't supposed to go up. I don't know what made me think I could schedule it unfinished, unedited, and, worst of all, without pictures. *gasp* But I did and I forgot to turn it back into a draft and thusly it posted as told. It has therefore vanished until a... Continue Reading →
The first children's book I received from Plough Publishing was Charlie the Tramp by Russell and Lillian Hoban. They sent it to me bundled up in a red bandana, as though the book itself had been a traveler and needed a place to stay. It was an adorable read about a little beaver named Charlie... Continue Reading →
The days leading up to it were crazy. At one point I said to Tim, "This whole thing is reminding me why I wanted to elope." January 13th came and my stomach was in knots. My husband told me it was just my sympathy nerves, but I think there was also a fear that something... Continue Reading →
When the new year looms in December people begin to reevaluate how they spent the past year. We look over the good and bad and decide what needs to change. I think what turned me off to New Years Resolutions was hearing too many people say something like, "Okay, so I really need to stop... Continue Reading →
Everyone has "are you kidding me?" moments with their parents. One of mine is when my mother told me that she and my father were actively trying to stop me from marrying my husband. Defiance wasn't an option in my childhood home. The severity of consequences for even the smallest infraction left me with a... Continue Reading →
Rachel Svendsen 