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... by Emily Wierenga | May 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
it is hard to believe in good when children suffer. when little ones hurt, i have more questions than answers. but here, joann helps me, in a world of tear-stained cheeks, to trust that one day, everything will be okay, and that God does exist even when evil seems to... by Emily Wierenga | May 4, 2011 | Uncategorized
Her name was Yvonne. Yvonne Patricia Anderson. She wore skirts and cardigans; he liked the way the material swished against her nylons as she walked carefully to her desk every morning. He’d sit glasses pinched to farm-boy face trying to study Calculus, unable... by Emily Wierenga | May 3, 2011 | Uncategorized
can you hear him?in the quiethe beds himself in the bud, peeling greenin the call of the geese sewing v-necks across pale wool of skyin the frogs croaking symphony from the pond in the woods in the farmer’s hand fingering soft the seed, praying it into soil in...