What’s in My Journal
I’m over at Tweetspeak today, dear ones. I’d love for you to join me as I talk about what’s in my journal. Here’s a taste: I am nine years old, heading out for my first ever week away from home. Summer camp. I am terrified. For my birthday, the...All This
1. A stranger’s hands dig clay a potter’s hands shape: a teapot, two cups. 2. Rain falls, pools in lakes, streams into rivers. Men clad in jeans and yellow vests bury pipes that carry water from mountain lake to our front yard. Another man, in jeans that need a belt...Camellia
An old-fashioned bouquet of camellias your grandmother’s tea service have more in common than the sideboard on which they’re standing. The camellia bush with its shiny green leaves and corsage blossoms is Camellia japonica; the evergreen tea plant, Camellia sinensis....Speak Like Rain
1. “Mama,” Jane calls from the back of the minivan, “can you make up a poem?” “A poem?” I ask. “Yes. A poem about words. A poem that rhymes.” I look out the window. Well, crap. A rhyming poem about words? “It might take me awhile,” I say. “That’s okay, Mama. Whenever...K.C. IRETON
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.