Reading by the hearth

by Bethanne Crackles rang from the wood stove. Fire devoured the wood inside, efficiently providing heat for the cool fall afternoon. Above the faint sounds of the fire, I heard my aunt reading aloud. The story was not new, but I was soon caught up in it as if for the first time. Reading aloud…

Hard Things

“This country will not survive another generation of Christians that fit in.” Josh Harris said it. His little brothers are spreading the message. My husband picked up Do Hard Things at the library for me yesterday, and I’ve already read it cover to cover. Not that I’m biased towards homeschooling Oregonians, but those Harris brothers…

Something Tookish

Something Tookish

When Philip and I finished the last book in the Lord of the Rings trilogy I sat in silence for some time, the tears chasing one another down my cheeks, wrapped in a lovely melancholy over the end of the Third Age and the pilgrimage of the fair folk beyond the Grey Havens. I couldn’t…

Bookshopping

Bookshopping

It was a feast for a booklover’s eyes. Row after row of bookshelves over ten feet tall, filled with old books. And not just old books–antiques, first editions, hardcovers. I could have spent a week there. But alas, Merritt and I had a plane to catch the next morning. And somehow it didn’t seem his…

The End.

The End.