The Smitten Word, like our firstborn, is a kindergartner. Seven hundred seventy six posts (
with a little help from my friends) was
never something I fathomed when I began writing here on a whim
six years ago, but this remains a favorite space to flex my creative muscles and connect with you. The early years had more
parenting and
natural living, but we've always wrestled together with
embodied faith,
poetry,
feminism,
media literacy,
peacemaking,
justice, and what it looks like to
be the Church.
I'm grateful to everyone who's been along for the ride. You make it fun, and to say thanks, I've got a few party favors up for grabs. Leave a comment, and I'll pick a few winners at random on Thursday at midnight. Happy Monday, friends.
hard copy of
Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals hard copy of
The Fault in Our Stars
12 oz coffee, porch-roasted by Jim 1/2 pint maple syrup, tapped in our yard
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