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On Writing ::
The Little, Boring Things
I realize I’ve been trained to do this. And only recently did I figure this out. Twenty years ago when I was in the tenth grade, my dad the youth worker, as a result of his own personal spiritual journey, began a series of unconventional youth retreats based around the spiritual disciplines. They were for [...]
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. [...]
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