by Emily Wierenga | Mar 30, 2011 | Uncategorized
we’re in cancun and the ocean sounds splash and the seagulls cry, peach sky, and we’re sitting on our bed not speaking.a day in the sun, a day against froth of wave and whir of tire and barter and grovel before mexican shopkeepers and children needing shoes and others...
by Emily Wierenga | Mar 26, 2011 | Uncategorized
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because...
by Emily Wierenga | Mar 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
we took a trip, two springs ago, to a ranch in the dominican… me, five weeks pregnant with aiden, both trent and i craving what seemed a place of waterfalls and horse rides and rustic. the bunk beds broke at 3 am–and not because of anything romantic. the...
by Emily Wierenga | Mar 20, 2011 | Uncategorized
she tells me she can’t stop thinking of it, of my mother’s smile, in spite of finding her mother in bathtub, in spite of getting cancer, and i understand, because i can’t eitheri sit outside all belly in new light on the rocking chair my husband...
by Emily Wierenga | Mar 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
friends, you know her, the lady behind the poetry, the tender soul that bleeds love from The Run A Muck… she’s here with us today, amber, speaking on Jesus scribbling in the sand… The three boys run about us, and we stay at the dinner table with our...
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,...
