Last summer I hosted a book giveaway for Life is for Living–Not for Waiting Around, written by my friend Anita Yoder. We had one fortunate winner. But here’s some good news for the rest of you: her book is now available at a 60% discount, close-out special, through March 31st. That means it’s only $4.40 […]
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Confession: I am a sunshine lover, but oh, the nice rich rain! All day it has fallen; and if it nourishes even me, how must the grass feel? ***** It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old–three, was it,
In [amazon_link id=”0440414806″ target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Holes[/amazon_link] by Louis Sachar, Stanley Yelnats is sentenced to eighteen months at a boys’ penitential camp, where each boy must dig a five-foot hole in the desert every single day. Five feet across in every direction, five feet deep. “If you take a bad boy and make him dig a hole every
Profession: I have charming friends who write charming books. One is Miss Anita Yoder, my friend from Poland by way of Ireland. We met remotely—and don’t you dare think “Internet” because it wasn’t. It was a lovely old-fashioned snail mail writers’ workshop, in which we were fined a postage stamp for every day we delayed
Profession: If you want to read a book that makes you really depressed about life, try on The Hunchback of Notre Dame. First off, we examine the plot. We start with the perfect girl, mix in a dash of Gypsy, an unspeakable grace of motion, a mesmerizing beauty, a pet goat, and lost parents. We
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Confession: I adore long, slow books with words like magic—Dickens and Bleak House at the moment. Source: Claude Monet, The Houses of Parliament (Effect of Fog), 1903, oil on canvas, public domain on wikipedia ***** Assignment: Shari Zook, please describe the state of the city in the painting above. “Alright. Here goes: London was full of
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In the Bleak Midwinter Christina Rossetti, 1872 In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When
Confession: Sometimes I lean on the words of others when I can package none for myself. Today I share two poems that give me parameters and hope. You do not need to read them if you are not interested. But they help me. The first is Snowdrops, by Louise Gluck. Snowdrops–as in the flower. Do
Over the weekend I finished reading [amazon_link id=”1434767957″ target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Forgotten God: reversing our tragic neglect of the Holy Spirit[/amazon_link] by Francis Chan and just have to say how much I enjoyed it. Both orthodox and radical, the book invites you on a journey into relationship with the Holy Spirit. I have never read
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Confession: I love kids’ books even more than my kids do. In Regan’s words, “we pwobbly have more children’s books than big girl’s books.” You may have noticed my new “Kids’ Books” page, a list of what my children are reading. Enjoy it as a resource, if you wish, but don’t feel pressure to read