Finding Myself in LITTLE WOMEN

Finding Myself in LITTLE WOMEN

A framed print of Norman Rockwell’s Jo Writing in the Attic hangs in a prominent corner of our little home library, and not far from it, on a nearby bookshelf, rests an old abridged edition of Little Women, my childhood introduction to Louisa May Alcott’s beloved...
Finding Redemption in Reclaimed Wood

Finding Redemption in Reclaimed Wood

I’ve found the beauty of God’s redeeming work through the art of reclaimed wood.   It started with discovering a pile of discarded dock wood alongside the road in our neighborhood. I texted my husband who came to help me take it home. We used that wood to build a...
I Am an Artist

I Am an Artist

God called me into women’s ministry in 1974 at a Winsome Women’s Retreat in Warsaw, Indiana. I was 18 years old and newly married to my high-school sweetheart. I clearly remember that day. I was a baby Christian, however, and it would be years before I fully...
Birthing Art

Birthing Art

We are told that in the beginning, God brought something out of nothing. Out of silence and darkness, out of ponderous expectation, came forests, waterfalls, and antelopes. We are then told something more amazing—that humankind bears a unique likeness, endowed with...
Healing the Scars of Racial Wounds

Healing the Scars of Racial Wounds

I write as a white woman with mostly a white/dominant audience in mind. My white identity influences my perspective; I encourage us all to seek out voices from authors of color on this topic with regularity and fervor. On my list to read next: Sheila Wise Rowe’s book,...
The Enduring Flavors of Family Culture

The Enduring Flavors of Family Culture

Someone may see me in passing, take a glance, and ask, “Where do you come from?” Depending on my mood, I may answer, “I’m from Seattle,” then walk away. Or, if I feel like disclosing more information, I may answer, “My parents are from the Philippines, but I was born...

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