Category: personal
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papaw’s garden // a poem
When I think of my grandfather, I think of his garden. Rows planted each spring in the soil by hand, grown by prayer, never fertilizer. No special equipment nor magic touch. Just faith, simple, trustworthy, true, which brought plentiful harvests, plucked from the ground of his hometown, canned and faithfully distributed to the community. Just faith…
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on Jo March and Women’s Souls
There was something in Little Women that not only captivated me early on but reminded me of myself. I used to listen to an audio recording of the novel while I took baths as a young girl. Those hours spent soaking, until the water was lukewarm and my fingers pruned, were profoundly formative. The world…
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The women’s movement + the gospel.
Alternatively titled: a fallen world meets redemptive grace. It was in a hotel room in Pittsburg during my 16th year where it all came crashing down in my head; I felt completely hopeless with the words leaving my mouth. It was the beginning of my journey of finding the balance of feminism and biblical teaching on…
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to the mountains, again.
All of a sudden it’s October, the richest season, but I haven’t gotten used to the words around me, the words that make perfect sense. Outside my window I am greeted with red leaves, overcast skies – the first signs of a ripe season coming to a close, ready to be picked. Change is in the…
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a good last day // the eclipse, 2017.
The day before: Everyone was talking about the roads, all day. Reports running up and down every news source on how it was expected to be the worst day of traffic history. My phone lit up in my pocket, messages of people looking for glasses as if they were necessary for survival. The eclipse, the…
McNeeley Ann 