Because I’m a writing scholar, I see everywhere the writing of narratives. Of course I mean the literal writing of narratives, as when I tell a story here, in words. But I also see everywhere how we write and revise the narratives of our lives, of identities, of our memberships and intentions. This idea isn’t mine, nor is it new.…
I’ve never been one to have signs in my yard. No “Welcome Spring!” flag; no ads for my political candidates of choice. They seemed tacky to me, like clutter right out front where everyone can see. And they felt like oversharing: Why does some person driving by care who I’m voting for? Without knowing me, what is that recommendation even worth?…
Every once in a while, your varied passions and concerns link up. It’s like a little explosion of coherence, when your different strands of living suddenly line up and start playing together in a single thematic convergence. It happened to me when I heard this “found poem” made from a sermon, in the first episode of a new podcast. The sermon-poem…
My one notebook reflects the integrity across my various gifts and arenas. I think this is how God wants me to be—extending my ministry to all the places I go, as professor, mom, friend, and perhaps pastor. I’m moving forward with candidacy in that spirit of wholeness.