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 power of a story

I love that Jesus taught in stories. That has always given a lift to my writer’s heart, has always made the effort of putting pen to paper seem so worthwhile. In His parables He comprehended the fact that we are a story-loving lot, that tales of the just and the unjust are a universal language…

The End.

The End.