Fuller Seminary Student ID Photo, Fall 1973
It’s fall term, 1973. I look calm and reasonably mature. Inside, I’m a boiling cauldron of fear and anxiety.
I don’t belong here!
I’m too old.
I’m the mother of two young children.
Don’t ask me why I decided to come to seminary.
I don’t have an answer.
I feel apologetic about taking up anyone’s time. Read the rest of this entry »
Do you ever second-guess your writing? I do. Take a look at this George MacDonald sonnet about writing. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »
Fall in the 1990s. I’m in my 50s. A friend gives me a covered tea-cup. It’s lovely. When I get home I read the inscription on the cup and begin weeping. This isn’t about me. It’s about someone else. I can’t even imagine my way into this approach to life. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 