by Emily Wierenga | Jul 20, 2011 | Uncategorized
the sky is a pinwheel of cloud and blue and we’re outside trying to be family but i’m all belly and cannot find the way outand there’s drought in africa and flooding in alberta and hailstones the size of eggs and men and children and women gone... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
i told him i wanted to be a news anchor. i wore bell-bottoms and the day was spring and we were in bible school walking home the road that was never long enough, and trent wasn’t like the others. he didn’t look at me and say “you’d be great at... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
Weak voices of a congregation singing Great is Thy Faithfulness on a Sunday, and it’s the quiet chorus of farmers and families made humble by the death of a young mother to a brain aneurism, and sometimes the stained glass seems to mock for all of its color.(Friends,... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
My husband has decided to be obsessed with Indian food these days so chicken tikka masala simmers on my stove while I dream of spiced winds, tearing off pieces of naan and dipping it to sneak a taste. Every time we are at the grocery store, the beautiful Indo-Canadian... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
The air smells of breath mints and old ladies’ perfume and the pew digs into my nine-year-old bones. I’m starving in church for more than food and my father stands up front preaching from a Book that forces us to move every few years and his white clerical collar is...