by Emily Wierenga | Mar 16, 2011 | Uncategorized
it’s in the orange flesh of mango bleeding red around the pit, lying with husband on blanket beside fire talking late into night like we used to, in days of university and “one more song” we’d always say, because we couldn’t stop learning... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 15, 2011 | Uncategorized
This, a photo of me dancing with my Dad, the year I graduated Grade 8… just eight months earlier, I lay in a hospital bed, eating, for the first time in four years. Many of you know the first part of the story… (Part 2, to follow next month, about my... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 13, 2011 | Uncategorized
the seeds fragment tiny in cup of palm and i tuck them in soil fingernails black for the garden, and i can’t stop cryinglight from the day wanders window through, i dip my hand in the bag of earth while outside, winter wearies, and there’s something lenten... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 10, 2011 | Uncategorized
i asked beautiful nic of 60piggies to tell us how she teaches her four little ones about God, and his grace… when i pause between herding legos and nomadic socks long enough to consider the task of parenting, its gravity is stunning: nourish and defend actual... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
we sit, table round, coffee and pastries and children pooling cars and duplos and toys and we’re mothers making talk around the noise. “it’s my biggest fear,” i mouth around bite which flakes, “that i will get to heaven and God will say,...