by Emily Wierenga | Jun 29, 2011 | Uncategorized
she’s a religious girl, the kind that wears her hair in a bun, the kind in skirts and floral print and one of the first things she did upon getting to the shelter was to order herself a new shirt from sears with lace at the bodice and she felt so scandalous and... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 28, 2011 | Uncategorized
i have a surprise for you, he said at the bottom of the stairs and the night glowed promise and son, asleep, so we slipped out into air that smelled of fading lilacs and there stood a ladder, a silver-leaning against window against roof and my insides shifted for the... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 26, 2011 | Uncategorized
my son how do i teach you, amongst hollyhocks and swing-sets, of death in a way that complements the life that fairly bursts from your tiny limbs, and how do i teach you of sadness that falls so often from mommy’s eyes because her heart is of the softest kind... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
For as long as I can remember I’ve hard a hard time saying Jesus.His name rarely came up in my childhood, as I come from a believer who didn’t really talk about his faith, and an atheist. So I didn’t grow up knowing Jesus, or His Father. Or knowing what to capitalize... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
she was six. six years of bone and skin and nothing could make her eat. they stuck her in a straitjacket this girl of six and her mouth like a bird’s and they shoved food down her beak, but still, nothing. so they called him. this doctor who loves God, they... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
she is thin, and this, no surprise at an eating disorders conference. we are crowded into a castle in colorado, red rocks scaling blue skies through tall glass windows and dad and i are on stage, and beside us, a therapist. i’m wearing a green dress and black...