Reading. Writing. Me.
I love the way good fiction swallows you. I always get far too emotionally involved in the stories. Due to pregnancy and postpartum emotional ups and downs, fiction was difficult to pick up this year. I lost sleep over stories that I was too worried to pick up and finish. I eventually put aside most... Continue Reading →
I fell in love with Jane Tyson Clement's poetry the first time I held it in my hand. Then I opened it and read the soft, soothing words she'd written that perfectly mimic the seaside she loved so well. I read them over and over, a warm comfort in any season. Reading The Heart's... Continue Reading →
If you follow this blog, you know I love reading. I beat my goal of 52 books this year and read over 90. That, despite my toddler and several bad bouts with depression, both of which make it hard for me to settle into reading. Below are my favorite reads this year. #10 - I... 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 →
I'm torn about this book. There's no doubt in my mind that it's beautiful. I can give it full marks for that, but for some reason enough of it did not resonate inside me to leave me wanting more of it. The book is a collection of short stories and poetry, based around black experience... Continue Reading →
Even if I wasn't a writer by profession, one of my wifely duties to my seminary attending husband would be to help proofread his papers. When you've spent hours pouring over a document, you tend to miss those little things (the the "of" that should be "if") that a second pair of eyes will always... Continue Reading →
Sometimes he's lonely, the creature inside me, and lures me aside. Send everyone away. He wants to be alone so he can whisper dark stories about a useless, bent, and broken girl who keeps company with the creature inside her. Sometimes he's cold, the creature inside me, and builds a fire for warmth. The smoke and heat... Continue Reading →
The day’s fading fast now. Your dreaming won’t keep. I take hold of your hand as you're falling asleep. Since you can’t wait up for me, you go on upstairs, And keep the covers warm darling, I’ll join you there. When we said I do I knew how it would be. You’ve been awake twenty... Continue Reading →
If you do not go with me, Do not send me up from here. I cannot bear to go alone. I need your hand to bring me home. If you do not go with me, Do not send me from this place. Be the lamp who guides my feet, Through laughter and the bittersweet. If you do... Continue Reading →
I received this book of poetry from Plough Publishing. I had never read anything from Jane Tyson Clement before, but I adore poetry so I was super excited for it to come. When it arrived I immediately started cooing. Just the size and feel of it was enough to get my bookishness tingling. I love... Continue Reading →
