Writer. Photographer. Child of God
Autumn is the seasonal gala, when nature adorns herself in a flash of warm color before falling asleep under a blanket of winter. Ellie and I were both asleep last Autumn. She was too young to see the sunset of falling leaves, and I was too ill to go outside and revel in my favorite... Continue Reading →
I wanted to write a song for you but you are a mystery I've watched from a distance You are the first whispers of sunrise with all its promise of warmth and constancy I wanted to write a song for you but when I closed my eyes I heard the vow of forever gliding down... Continue Reading →
The more I read them, the more I love old myths and legends. They're more than stories, more than magic and gods and the fantastic, they're part of the history of a people group. They give insight into what mattered to a culture, what a people believed about themselves and life. My husband is half... Continue Reading →
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 →
Rachel Svendsen 