When Running Means Staying

When Running Means Staying

Eugene Peterson’s Run With the Horses found me the summer of 2021, a few weeks after an emotional meltdown on the shores of the Florida Keys. Our family vacation had been too long and too full. Tension was high and being the family thermostat, I was over it. The sun...
Shaping My Story with Story

Shaping My Story with Story

Laura Ingalls Wilder was the first writer I ever befriended. At night, our beautiful, young mothers tucked us both into bed, side by side with our older sisters. As I listened to my mother read Little House in the Big Woods, Laura would listen to her pa on his fiddle....
Letter From the Editor

Letter From the Editor

Dear Readers, Summers were my favorite time of year when I was growing up. Not because we were off school—although that was always a good thing—but because I could stay up till the wee hours reading, and then sleep as late as I wanted to.  When I was in high school,...
How a Duck Changed What I Saw

How a Duck Changed What I Saw

I first read Hamilton Duck’s Springtime Story when I was 4. I’m not sure when my mom began reading it to me, but she read it quite often, enough that I learned to read it for myself. One day I sat with my mom, opened the book that almost engulfed me, arms spread wide...
That Aroma Pervades Every Story

That Aroma Pervades Every Story

I had this notion, when I thought about writing this article, that I’d remember some specific book that changed me, and really write its praises. But the reality is that books themselves have changed me.  My earliest memory of a book was this red-leather-bound King...
How Pray Hear Write Transformed My Life

How Pray Hear Write Transformed My Life

I never thought of myself as a writer. My older sister, she was the writer of our family. Even as a third grader, my precocious sister’s short story about a Chinese revolution was published in our school district’s anthology. Later, she earned a Ph.D. in...

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