outside, a crow climbs the steep angle of the neighbor’s roof rain drips from the fig tree, branches bare and barren inside, heat rattles the registers boys squeal in delighted play on the blue carpet rain drips from the fig tree, branches bare and barren on my lap, a...
A friend recently wrote me a note of encouragement, which he closed with these words: Keep the main issue the main issue: “The whole point of what we’re urging is simply love—love uncontaminated by self-interest and counterfeit faith, a life open to God.” (1 Timothy...
Hey friends, Thanks so much for your faithful reading of my blog, especially in these weeks when my posting has been haphazard at best. (I’m sorry!) Today, I’m over at Michelle DeRusha’s place, chatting about anxiety (fun times!), faith crises (more...
I first “met” Kris Camealy a year and a half or so ago when she left a comment on my blog. At least, I think that’s how it happened. I do remember that her name kept popping up in my comments. And then, late last year, she emailed me and asked me to...
I first “met” Jennifer Dukes Lee two years ago when I timidly entered a contest to win a trip to Laity Lodge for The High Calling retreat. I didn’t win, but Jennifer left a comment on my blog that made me smile and suspect she was a kindred spirit....
It’s a perfect Sunday afternoon: quiet, and I’m alone. Only I’m not alone—there are two babies doing the rumba on my bladder. I sit on the sofa, my journal open on my lap, and stare out the window. I feel restless, like I ought to be doing something, but my body won’t...
K.C. Ireton is a writer and teacher. The author of The Circle of Seasons: Meeting God in the Church Year and Cracking Up: A Postpartum Faith Crisis, she lives near Seattle with her husband and four school-aged children. She is a lover of books, gardens, and tea. Also, Oxford commas.