Published writing

Plum Harvest

I grasp the tree branches, hoisting myself with one grunting pull up into the leaves. Cobwebs cling to my hair

December has arrived, and with it the full onslaught of Christmas preparations. Our house is decorated; now I’m turning my

“Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;Lord, hear my voice.Let your ears be attentiveto my cry for mercy.”

I found out today that the habit I’ve picked up in the past couple of months is called doomscrolling. Even if

Even though I watch from Australia, the other side of the world doesn’t seem so far away. The turmoil and

For us cross-cultural workers, so far away from our mothers, we tend to mother ourselves — to hack and schedule

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, in the middle of school holidays and feeling untethered in many ways.

Does the story of Mary and Martha bother anyone else? Honestly, for much of my life I’ve had a hard

“I am not my own. I am bought with a price.” The woman recited the words quietly, without power of

In the northeastern United States where I grew up, the holidays of the church moved with the rhythm of the