My 17-Year Journey to a Book Deal (or, Keep Going)

By | August 11th, 2016|Books, Fiction, Identity, On Writing|

This is me rocking a spike, oversized glasses, and headphones that are either playing "You Can't Touch This" or "Go West Young Man." Also, that's either an Ocean Pacific or Bugle Boys sleeveless T because, obviously, who covers up guns like that? But even then, I cared most about [...]

Like Breath Over Still Water: The Arrival of a Baby

By | August 8th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster, Faith and Doubt, Identity, The Little People in the House|

I drive the truck faster, weaving past cars on the city streets. I nearly pull out in front of someone and hit my brakes. We are 35 minutes from the birth center, and Maile’s labor has started. I stop at a red light just as another contraction builds inside her. [...]

Under My Hand, the Softest Splinter (or, Hope, Even Now)

By | June 14th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Faith and Doubt, Identity, The Little People in the House|

Maile exhales in her sleep. The window that looks out onto James Street is open, the summer air still against the screen. Maile stirs in bed, pulls a pillow in under her belly, under our baby yet to be born. It is 4am, and I am awake again. A car [...]

What I’ve Tried to do for 17 Years (or, The In-Between)

By | June 13th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Books, Identity, On Writing|

It would be so much easier to wait a week before writing this post. In a week I will know a lot more. In a week I could write a strong piece in the vein of a "disappointed-but-not-giving-up" writer. Or maybe it will be a shocked, celebratory piece. It all [...]

What Matters Most

By | June 7th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Identity, Poetry, The Little People in the House|

After nearly seventeen years of marriage we sometimes spend our Friday nights in the basement, going through boxes of old stuff, trying to decide what to keep and what to cast off. It's like the ocean floor down there, where everything settles after being shaken, shipwrecked, sifted. You go through [...]

The Most Important Word

By | June 2nd, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Faith and Doubt, Identity, On Writing|

Last week I had the honor of stepping into Seth Haines' recovery room to talk about my vocation and all the little voices constantly jabbering in my head. The real struggle for me has been more practical–how does one navigate a life when your income fluctuates so severely from one [...]

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Could Disappointment Be an Indicator that We are Right Where We Should Be?

By | May 12th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Identity, On Writing|

Photo by Biegun Wschodni via Unsplash Almost three months ago, my wonderful literary agent Ruth began approaching publishers about my book The Day the Angels Fell, the very same project that you all helped fund on Kickstarter almost a year and a half ago. Ruth read it and [...]