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On Writing ::
The Pleasure and the Holiness of Writing
It took me a long time to say that I’m a writer. It took me over a year of writing EVERY day. And I mean every day for me to admit to myself that I’m a writer, and then a few years after that for me to comfortably admit to anyone else that I was. [...]
Thin Skin
“I thought you had thicker skin than that, Sarah.” His voice over the telephone about killed me. I leaned my forehead on my arm on the dining room table on Monday afternoon. I wanted to cry. I’d written something and wanted my husband to vet it for theological accuracy. So I emailed it to him. [...]
For When There Are No Words
For the days when there is nothing to say except, “Make sure you stir the brownie batter just the right amount,” For the days when your wisdom has flown and all that you really want to do is curl up with your Instagram feed, For the days when you can’t type one more word for [...]
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