by Emily P Freeman | May 23, 2012 | (in)courage, faith
Since the first day it started, I’ve been writing for (in)courage. It’s a lovely community of readers and writers – supportive, encouraging, open. But I often struggle writing there and I’ve finally taken some time to figure out why. I’m...
by Emily P Freeman | May 21, 2012 | faith
The classroom is freezing. Doesn’t the school system need money? Why is the thermostat set so low? I look around the room at the students wrapped up in sweaters, double crossing their legs, teeth-chattering endlessly. Maybe it’s just to keep them awake....
by Emily P Freeman | May 18, 2012 | on blogs
While The Man and I were in Florida a few months ago, we drove by a forest fire. I know, it wasn’t a legit forest fire. It was a controlled burn. I don’t know a lot about controlled burning aside from the fact that it sounds like an oxymoron. I know...
by Emily P Freeman | May 17, 2012 | art, courage
You have that thing you want to do, but all you have to do it on is a cardboard box. You could point to the box and say, Hey, that’s a box. I can’t do a thing with that. And throw the box away. And wait for something right and proper like paper to show up...
by Emily P Freeman | May 15, 2012 | breathe, faith
Yesterday, I sat in the middle of plenty of time to write, dove down deep into my writing reserves, and all I came up with was one hand filled with sand, the other with water. Both slipped right through my fingers, nothing there to hold on to. The whole day went that...
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