by Emily Wierenga | May 16, 2011 | Uncategorized
whenever dad was in the room she’d change in the closet, and i remember peeking through the door at her white back, waist slender wondering why she didn’t want him to see her, feeling a shame too raw for any nine-year-old and thinking, so this is what it... by Emily Wierenga | May 13, 2011 | Uncategorized
amy sullivan knows how to tell a story. she also knows how to love God, hard, and she blends the two with a magic of word and beauty. read on, friends…We left Michigan in the middle of the night during a whiteout.My ten-year-old self didn’t know exactly why we... by Emily Wierenga | May 11, 2011 | Uncategorized
it was a moment so small, like the seed of an orange, and the sun was bright like that, like an orange and the world peeling thick around us and all i wanted was to take him for a bike ride. and i’d buckled him in with sippy cup and cookie and we’d rolled... by Emily Wierenga | May 10, 2011 | Uncategorized
there are days when i have nothing to write. today is one. perhaps i could tell you about yesterday. how we went geocaching. how we scourged the earth with a GPS for treasure tucked in tupperware, how we rode bikes and said hello to couples in tweed jackets holding... by Emily Wierenga | May 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
when you sleep head to toe because the sound of his breathing keeps you awake, and he hugs your feet and hushes you quiet when still you cannot sleep; when you wake him to ask him to pray for dreams bad and he mumbles to the heavens begging God for wife for peacewhen...