by Emily Wierenga | May 27, 2011 | Uncategorized
her photos, her words, like pearls across page, and this is patty… from finding serendipity. and this, her post, ‘miss daisy’. i hustle out of the house,about to embark on yet another day,my vision obscuredby all of my to do’s. i reach the...
by Emily Wierenga | May 25, 2011 | Uncategorized
her bangs are crooked as though she took a dull scissor and cut and she looks young, with her wide-set eyes and freckled nose, 18 but she runs around with water guns and eats ice cream for lunch and watches cartoons. “i was an oops child,” she tells me,...
by Emily Wierenga | May 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
i was an anxious child, scrunching my eyes when i prayed long lists of names so they might be saved and trying to picture him: this God. and i couldn’t see him, (and maybe that’s why i paint? my face alight like moses’ when i turn from canvas?)but...
by Emily Wierenga | May 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
“he doesn’t like going for walks with me anymore,” she laughs, friend with the blue socks poking from vintage shoes, “because i always talk about the light, how i can never quite capture it.”we’re walking in the sand-hills and the...
by Emily Wierenga | May 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
i step into boots and then, the night, and it is a full-moon tonight, grandma said and i look for it but the man in the moon must have had his curtains drawn, in a sky that seems God’s face for all of its vastnessi stand still while children everywhere sleep, i...
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...
