by Emily Wierenga | Sep 13, 2013 | Awake, boldness, book, courage, girl, idleness, justice, life, Noel Brewer Yeatts, numbness, pain, poverty, rape, woundedness
It’s my pleasure to welcome Noel Brewer Yeatts, vice president of the faith based humanitarian organization World Help–whom I’ll be traveling with to Rwanda and Uganda in January–to my humble blog, to give away her new book, Awake: Doing a... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 5, 2013 | Almost Anorexic, book, Dr. Jennifer Thomas, eating disorder, food, giveaway, Harvard Medical School, Jenni Schaefer, relationship
I met Jenni Schaefer, motivational speaker and bestselling author of Life Without Ed, at the National Eating Disorders Association (NEDA) conference last year and she took my breath away with her humility and kindness. I was honored to do a piece of commissioned... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 22, 2013 | author, book, brokenness, eating disorders, giveaway, healing, Hollow, hope, identity, Jena Morrow, The Love Dare
(Guest post by author Jena Morrow)All my life I had dreamt of becoming a mommy. It wasn’t my only dream, but it was certainly the most important dream in my little girl heart. I was the child who never went anywhere without a baby doll tucked under my arm... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 24, 2012 | birth, book, boy, daughter, eating disorders, family, father, girl, imperfect prose on thursdays, mother, skinny, sons
Maybe it’s one of the reasons I whisper hallelujah each time I find a boy in my womb growing long and limber, although I know eating disorders are just as real for them, 25 per cent real in fact, and we just don’t realize it. That men sometimes hide in toilet bowls... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 2, 2012 | book, chasing silhouettes, emme, emmenation, giveaway, plus-size, promotion, supermodel, twitter
Join us?So much love…. e. by Emily Wierenga | Sep 17, 2012 | book, children, come alive, deidra riggs, disciples, dreaming, dreams, elora ramirez, famous, God, holley gerth, jennifer lee, michelle derusha, name, nebraska, retreat, sinners, speaking, stars, trampoline
you wouldn’t know it for the lack of flowers or perfume or jewellery, but my husband is a romantic, and two nights ago he grabbed my hand and my glasses and pulled me outside. he led me to the trampoline where he’d laid out our pillows, and our...