Posts by writingjoy
Burn, Ladies, Burn: A Deeper Story Post
“Where did you get that fire in your belly, Joy Bennett?” he asked, amazed. “God gave it to me,” I retorted, passion still flaming over the issue we’d been discussing for the past few hours. He laughed, and I did too, but we both knew I was serious. A few weeks later, I spoke in…
Read MoreThe One Time I’m Happy About My Husband’s Business Trip (Plus Me in *Front* of the Camera)
My husband took a business trip last week, which normally would propel me into manic-single-parent mode. But not this time! My fabulous in-laws agreed to take the kids for us (#500), so I launched into manic parents-leaving-kids-behind-during-the-school-year mode. It was totally worth it when my husband loaded up the car and threw my bags in…
Read MoreSaturday Evening Blog Post, September 2011
Today I’m joining Elizabeth Esther’s monthly link-up “The Saturday Evening Blog Post.” It’s a chance to highlight our favorite post from the previous month. I’m highlighting two posts this month, one I wrote and a guest post my husband wrote (cuz I’m sweet like that and his biggest fan and pretty much love everything he…
Read MoreTurtles, Trees, and the Spiral of Time
I’ve always pictured time as a line, with me an unchanging dot moving from moment to moment from birth on one end to death at the other. I have an almost visceral reaction to thinking of time, and myself within it, like this. In this model, I am static. The dot that is me remains…
Read MoreNever Out of Weapons (life: unmasked)
The fall-blue sky wore clouds like a toddler’s curls. The air was cool, the breeze whispering good riddance to the heavy steam of summer. Gifts and decor scattered about the back seat for afternoon’s birthday celebration. Suitcases waited to be packed for an anniversary getaway just a few days later. But she sobbed as she…
Read MoreThirteen Years
This is us, thirteen years ago. We were high on togetherness, reveling in the new end of our day together (a kiss, a “good night,” and a settling into our pillows instead of a hug and a parting of ways in our cars). We found fun in grocery shopping late at night, taking our disobedient…
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