Making Space Anyway

M-ADDIE

By Addie Zierman | Twitter: @addiezierman I was 14, maybe 15, when I gathered up all of my courage, walked up to the pastor’s wife in the church foyer, and asked her if maybe she would consider mentoring me. She was tall and beautiful with a kind smile and platinum blonde hair that she wore swept […]

When God’s Face is a Technicolor Zinnia

M_Holly

In ways familiar and comforting the Earth has tilted just so these last few weeks. At times, I have stood quiet, feet planted still, eyes peering into the woods just across the way. The barren tree limbs—skeletal and brittle, worn from a winter long and brutal, bark stained ebony against the leaden skies—they began to […]

A Dare To Stop Looking

A_Rachel

In Somaliland I took a picture of my neighbour and printed it for her. The old woman gripped the photo with two hands and her face broke into an exuberant, nearly toothless smile. “I’m old! I’m old!” she shouted. She was grandmother and nomadic shepherdess old, leathered by sun and wind and a physically challenging life. This […]

Keep The Earth Below My Feet

Feb_Kelli

We met at the ungodly hour of 7:30 in the morning. The class was Biology. I was all of 19 years old and every bit as perky as you’re guessing. It was my second year of college, but I was in a new place, having transferred to an alternative campus in Maryland, far away from […]

Spinning Straw into Gold

Dec_Holly

This last week before Christmas has taken on a life of its own this year. Right when my sweet little family was gearing up for afternoons baking cookies and evenings driving around town gazing at twinkling lights we had to, instead, quickly shift gears, rearrange plans, throw clothes in suitcases, make haste. Suddenly, it was […]