Posts by writingjoy
Fuzzy Brains, Suitcases, and Salsa: Preparing for Bolivia
My eyes ache and my brain is so fuzzy that I think, “This must be what it’s like to be drunk.” It was half past midnight last night (this morning?) before I clicked off the little wire-necked light on my side of the bed. And then the alarm clock bashed into my dreams just five…
Read MoreThe Almighty Blog
Lady Jennie is living the dream — she married a real Frenchman and lives in France where she eats and cooks French food. And she writes the blog A Lady in France, so we can all live vicariously through her. Her food posts are divine torture, for which she was nominated as a BlogHer Voice…
Read MoreGod Never Said the Bible Is Inerrant
It is probably the most shocking statement you could make about the Bible — that God never promised an inerrant (without error in today’s scientific sense of the word) Bible. The Chicago Statement says,”God has nowhere promised an inerrant transmission of Scripture.” To claim it does is to misrepresent both God and the Bible. Or,…
Read MoreJoy’s Life-Is-Crappy Bachelorette Show
In case you aren’t the TV-watching type, “The Bachelorette” is a “reality” show in which a young beautiful woman, through a series of activities, group and individual dates (many very expensive and/or exotic), and eliminations (called rose ceremonies), narrows down a field of attractive men to just one. I’ve caught an episode here and there.…
Read MoreSeeing Life Through Their Eyes
This week I’m trying to see and hear and experience the way my children do. As usual, with such a resolution comes resistance. My disgruntled self gets even more grumpy at having to set aside the to-do list, the writing, the daily motherly work. It chafes at the incessant responding to inane comments like “Mom?…
Read MoreThere’s Full and There’s TOO Full
The sky is a shade lighter than black as I slowly sit up in bed and feel around for the one button that will turn off the alarm. My bladder is full and I thank God for another month no baby presses on it. (Our youngest baby is sleeping in the room next door, about…
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