by Emily Wierenga | Sep 26, 2012 | book launch, book release, chasing silhouettes, death, dying, eating disorders, giclee print, giveaway, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, meal, nurses, she loves magazine, skinny
Rachel Naomi Reimer wrote, “What a blessing it is to outlive your self-judgement and harvest your failures.”I think it’s a blessing just to outlive something.Because the nurses said I should have died. Funny, I didn’t feel like I was dying. I didn’t really feel like I... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 25, 2012 | a deeper story, body image, cards, eating disorders, etsy shop, giclee print, identity, mary pipher, naomi wolf, virginia wolfe, womanhood
“All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point—a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 24, 2012 | autumn, boys, children, eating, eating disorders, fire, food, girls, health, identity, love, meal, perfect, stereotypes
we are sitting around the fire, pronging hot-dogs and smokies and children licking mustard from fingers and the smoke curling like an exotic dancer. we hear the coyotes strike up a chorus across the road in a forest blazing with autumn color and we all pause a moment... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 21, 2012 | bathtime, bedtime, bikes, children, five minute fridays, God, grace, Jesus, kindness, lisa-jo baker, love, outside, parenting, wide
we’re not much for rigid, around here. we like to let the kids dance and jump on the couches and sing at the top of their lungs and make noise. the good kind–the kind full of praise. but when it comes to treating one another, it needs to be in... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 19, 2012 | book giveaway, chasing silhouettes, fear, giclee print, giveaway, God, imperfect prose on thursdays, meditation, prodigal magazine, running, Stephen King, writer, writing
It’s the seventh day of vacation and I’m resting after six days of creating, like God did in the beginning, only I suspect God wasn’t drinking a beer and reading Stephen King’s Bag of Bones.But he may have been sitting by the water like I am. Staring at the way it...