What I’m Into: May 2015 Edition

What I'm Into - May 2015

In May, my life became very small.

If you’re a regular reader here, you know that my regularly scheduled blogging has been interrupted by long bouts of silence this year due to the writing of the elusive and terrifying BOOK 2. This month has been a sort of home stretch.

I’ve been working like mad to get a fully revised new draft to my editors by the time that Dane gets out of school on June 9th. So this month, my life has basically been lived in the space five inches in front of my face…where the cursor blinks in Scrivener, and I fill the screen with words…or don’t. Delete…or don’t. Where I’ve been trying all month to fix the gaps, to tease out the themes, to be as honest as I know how to be about my life.

In May, I have pushed out social engagements and movie nights with friends. I have let the emails stack up and the phone go to voicemail. It’s about the shortage of time, of course, but it’s also about headspace. About needing to exist in the ethereal place of the story I’m telling, to inhabit it, to make sense of it. I’ve gone radio silent on the blog and, save a few pictures of my kids, on social media. I’m only vaguely aware of what’s happening in the Internet World; I’ve gotten bad at reading blogs.

Instead, I’ve spent countless hours at The Bean, my favorite coffee shop/wine bar, tucked alone into a booth, trying to peel away the layers, to get to the heart of this story, to write it true. A few weeks ago, the server loaned me the staff’s “community cardigan” when I was cold — that’s how much I’ve been there.

It’s hard, lonely work, and sometimes when I get home after a long day of writing, I feel like I’m looking up at my family from the bottom of a deep well.

In May, if I wasn’t writing, I was sitting on the deck in the back of our house. I’ve been watching the lilacs appear and then open, then close, wither die. Watching the ducklings begin to appear on the pond — little gray puffs of feathers. I’ve been reading voraciously — and though I love to read, I haven’t been a super voracious reader since sixth grade and the Book-It contest. But suddenly, it’s like I’m dehydrated of words and I need more, more, more.

Though my editor has been patient and understanding and has barely pestered me at all about getting chapters in, I keep having this dream where he’s standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night, saying, “Is it done yet? How’s it coming? Is it done yet? Done yet? Done yet?”

Whenever I see anyone, they ask, “How’s the book coming?” and the question is making me come unglued. How’s it coming? It’s like dragging a rusty nail real slow across my soul. It’s like trying to figure out how to tell the world, truthfully, how screwed up I actually am…while maintaining some tiny shred of my dignity. It’s too much coffee and too much wine and the start of carpal tunnel syndrome and so much fear that I sometimes can’t breathe.

But it’s coming. It’s coming.


Books I Read In May 2015 - Addie Zierman

  • Lizzy & Jane, Katherine Reay: I bought this one on Kindle because it was on SuperSale and because Anne Bogel over at Modern Mrs. Darcy recommended it in a post once. I liked it, but I wish I would have known before I read it that it was a Christian book. I can usually handle Christian fiction if I know what I’m getting into and can adjust my expectations, but because I got the Kindle version, I didn’t pay attention to the publisher — Thomas Nelson. The book was an interesting take on the Pride & Prejudice narrative and had some really cool concepts (pairing books and food, cooking for the altered tastes of cancer patients), but I was distracted by the extremely obvious skirting of any kind of sexual tension and by the sudden appearance of a few choice Christian phrases and cliches.
  • We All Looked Up, Tommy Wallach: I read this because the cover made me feel nostalgic for high school, but it turned out to not be a nostalgic book at all. An asteroid has entered the earth’s orbit and has a 66% chance of hitting it — effectively ending the world as we know it. Tommy Wallach’s debut young adult book follows a group of high school seniors as they reassess their lives, their stereotypes, and what matters in light of potential apocalypse. I thought it was an interesting take on the end-of-the-world narrative with some really beautiful moments. I couldn’t decide if the ending was disappointing or exactly perfectly right. It was one of the two for sure.
  • Searching for Sunday, Rachel Held Evans: Rachel has always been a really clear, compelling writer with a great sense of humor. But this book also had layers of beauty, poetry, and best of all, deep intimacy. I loved the honest ways she explored her issues with the church. And being a sucker for a compelling structure, I loved the way she organized the book by the church sacraments. The Communion section might have been my favorite.
  • Answering God: The Psalms as Tools for Prayer, Eugene Peterson: I apparently read this book in college. At least that’s what my underlines and telltale annotations would suggest. But I don’t remember it at all. I think that by the time I got to my Psalms, I was kind of over being at Christian college in general, and had taken to writing short creative nonfiction pieces during my Bible classes instead of paying attention. But I found this book on my shelf and spent a couple of weeks of mornings reading it, and I loved it. I have long had a complicated relationship with prayer, and this book changed how I think about both the Psalms and prayer itself. Beautiful.
  • All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr: I’ve been wanting to read this one for a while, and my boys (read: my husband) got it for me for Mother’s Day. It was every bit as beautiful, haunting and daring as I imagined it would be. It’s easy to see why it won all the awards, including the Pulitzer.

Listening To:

Whatever Pandora tells me to. And a lot of Sleeping at Last.


All of my shows wrapped up for the season this month, which is kind of a relief. Andrew and I are still watching Game of Thrones and Silicon Valley, and we added Master Chef to the lineup. but that’s pretty much it.

I tried to watch The Bachelorette. I gave it two episodes, but couldn’t get excited about it at all. It’s a stupid story in the first place, but at some point you’ve watched enough that it becomes not only stupid, but also repetitive…and if I hear Chris Harrison say, “In the most exciting episode of Bachelorette history…” one more time I’m going to lose my mind. Time to let go.

My laundry-folding, treadmill-running show lately has been Grey’s Anatomy — back at the very beginning of Season 1. After the shenanigans of this past season, I kind of wanted to just restart at the beginning when it was all so deliciously, dramatically “simple.” And our girl Shonda hadn’t killed any main characters off yet.

Other Things I’ve Been Into:

– May Day. For years, I’ve been meaning to take my kids out on May Day to deliver flowers to our neighbors, and this year, I FINALLY DID IT. I don’t know why I waited so long. One of the highlights of my month was hearing Liam say. “We gotta run, or they’re gonna KISS US!”

How to do May Day with Kids

– The deck. When I am not sitting in the coffee shop, I’m sitting on our deck. (Which is probably part of the reason I have reached a total standstill in my weight-loss journey.) (The other reason is wine.) This is the view.

from the deck

– Dandelions. I know they are the scourge of the flower/weed world, but how can you resist them when someone as cute as this keeps bringing them to you?


– Super Mario and SIX YEARS OLD.

It’s possible that I spent a day or two in what I’ve started calling the Seventh-Circle-of-Pinterest-Hell. I’ll explain it to you sometime, but it involves a lot of last minute gluing and taping of things at three in the morning.

diy super mario party

The party turned out great, and Dane had a blast. Still, we probably could have done without the dozen fruit cups made to look like tunnels with green duct tape. Oh Pinterest.

diy super mario party pinata

– Embroidery. I’ve wanted to try this ever since my fictional Christian teen hero, Christy Miller, learned how to embroider from Swiss orphans and then used her new skill-set to embellish her own wedding dress in the Christy and Todd: The College Years books. (You can’t make this stuff up.) Anyway, I was needing a creative outlet that had nothing to do with words, and so I started trying to figure out some stitches. Here’s my first “sampler.” Completed while watching Gone Girl (which, for the record, is nowhere near as good as the book.)

Embroidery Sampler

Blog/Book Stuff:

I’ve already told you about the book, and all you have to do is scroll down to see that there’s been absolutely NO ACTIVITY on the blog whatsoever. June should be better, and hopefully I’ll be able to finally reveal the title and possibly the cover of the book. Wouldn’t that be nice?

I reserve the right to continue being a recluse on social media…at least for the next couple of weeks. But feel free to follow me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram anyway. Someday I might be fabulous…

Linking up with the lovely Leigh, as usual. What have you been into?

What I’m Into: April 2015 Edition

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I have no idea what just happened to April. None.

How come January never goes this fast?

What I’ve Been Reading:

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Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (and Other Concerns), Mindy Kaling: I thought this was a sweet, fun little memoir. I listened to it on my way to and from Chicago this month, and I think that probably part of the charm of the book is hearing Mindy Kaling herself read it. I thought she and a lot of good thoughts on body image and, surprisingly, marriage.

Travels with Charely in Search of America, John Steinbeck: I’m ashamed to say that this is my first Steinbeck. I know. It’s embarrassing. I know his fiction has a lot more “meat” to it, but I chose this book because my second book follows the structure of a road trip, and I wanted to see how Steinbeck handled his journey. Of course, it’s Steinbeck, so his language and descriptions were stunning, and though I think he missed some opportunities to make the book more than a simple travelogue, I enjoyed it and took some good things away from the reading.

Favorite quote: “This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, the spawn of the future turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.”

168 Hours: You Have More Time Than You Think, Laura Vanderkam: This book has been profoundly perspective-changing for me. The premise of the book? You actually do have enough time. Enough time to have a meaningful family life, the career you want, and moments of relaxation and joy. I love this concept, because like so many others, I so often feel overwhelmed by all there is to do. It’s not a “Christian book,” but this book has done more than any other book I’ve read this year to remind me that I serve a God of abundance, of more-than-enough, and to help me figure out how to start living like it.

Vanderkam gives tons of great tips and tools to make the most of your time. I didn’t finish reading this book until just a few days ago, but I’m already beginning to make some changes in the way that I view and use my hours and minutes. Hopefully I’ll update you a bit more as I get a few weeks under my belt.

What I’ve Been Watching:

Still watching Grey’s (reluctantly because COME ON), Scandal, Nashville and Vampire Diaries. I’m also LOVING the new sitcom Younger about a 40-year-old woman who pretends to be in her 20s to get a job. Sutton Foster (whom I fell in love with during Bunheads) is perfect, and the whole thing makes me laugh. I also accidentally-on-purpose (thanks to one of your brilliant comments) signed up for CBS full-access so that I could get caught up on The Good Wife.

With Andrew, I’m watching Game of Thrones, which is just losing steam in my mind. Kill off enough important characters and I start to not care (ahem, Grey’s Anatomy, take a note). We’re also watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Silicon Valley and have started Last Man on Earth. I find these shows entertaining, but never laugh until I cry like Andrew does. Maybe it’s a guy/girl thing.

What I’ve Been Listening To:

Mostly, I’m ashamed to say, pre-made collections on Spotify. I was jazzed to find this one of Acoustic Covers because covers make me happy. I love it when artists reimagine each other’s work. There’s something about it that seems to nod to the community of the whole music scene. If one of my key lessons for this month is abundance and more-than-enough, covers are the music incarnation of that: there are a hundred different ways to interpret a single song, and every single one of them adds something, a new layer, a new idea. Beautiful.

Other Things I’ve Been Into:

  • Easter egg hunts. The kids and spent the days before Easter down in Chicago with my parents, where we did one of those chaotic, mad-dash community Easter egg hunts. I have never seen anything like it — parents and kids trampling each other to get to plastic eggs. It wasn’t my favorite — but this picture of my Dad and my son is my favorite. (Liam had just seen the Easter bunny.)


  • ART. This month, I got to listen to a ton of my favorite poets at the most raucous and fun reading I’ve ever been to. I also got to go see Les Miserables at Iowa State University with my friend Barb. And then, Andrew, the kids and I topped the whole thing off with a visit to our favorite off-beat sculpture garden, Franconia. That dead space between true winter and true spring is always kind of tough for me…and so much of April was like that. But the art. The art is what saved my life this month.


  • Speaking of art, I’ve been into Dave Harrity’s Making Manifest: On Faith, Creativity and the Kingdom at Hand. I wrote a little about this book back when it first came out here, but I’m sitting down purposefully with it again this season. Writing and art is the pathway that most often leads me to God, and so I’m using this alternative kind of devotional book to draw me back toward him this spring.


  • I accidentally ordered the Premium Starter Kit of Young Living essential oils. I feel a little bit like I joined a cult, but I was looking for ways to help treat Andrew’s regular sinus issues and to aid in my battle against Depression. So whatever. I promise not to be annoying about it.


  • Dane had his school art show. So much adorable goodness, including this sculpture that he titled “Super Castle Park.”


  • Liam turned four. FOUR. What?

liam's bday

  • And we went to a rodeo. I tend to like these better when it’s summer and you’re outside in the sun, but I was pleasantly surprised by how much fun this indoor version ended up being.


The Blog, The Book:

It’s been another down month for blogging. I’m back in the throes of book revision, which is consuming most of my mental energy and time. I’m hoping to have a complete revised draft to my editor by June 1st, so I’ve been working like mad. On the upside, I feel like Book #2 is getting closer to what it’s supposed to be, and I’m so excited to tell you about it one of these days.

I did write this piece — The Duggars, Rock Hudson, and the Courage to Change the Narrative — after reading a People Magazine with Barb on the way home from Les Mis. Now if I can just convince Andrew that I need to subscribe to People — FOR THE BLOG.

I also had a chance to speak to a couple of groups this month: a Mom’s group in Edina, Minnesota, and the sweet little youth group at my church. Though I do “speaking gigs” pretty regularly these days, they still always make me stomach-knotted-nervous for days and then leave me feeling totally spent. Still, I am always grateful for the chance to look into people’s faces, to share a little bit of my story, to make that connection.

Linking up with the loveliest Leigh Kramer (whom I also got to see in April. Woo hoo!).

What about you, dear neglected readers? What have you been into this month?

The Duggars, Rock Hudson, and the Courage to Change the Narrative

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We have a three-and-a-half hour trip home from our girl’s weekend in Iowa, so I buy a People magazine off the rack in Walmart. “You can read this to me while I drive,” I say to Barb, knowing that she shares my guilty pleasure of celebrity gossip. “Perfect,” she says.

The magazine cover story is a “Duggar Exclusive” about Jill and Derick Dillard’s brand new baby. On the centerfold, the young couple stare adoringly at each other over their sleeping baby. “We took on everything that happened during our labor with prayer,” Jill said. “We could feel that God was with us.”

Jill and Derick’s birth story is the topic of the article, and I almost choke on my Diet Coke when Barb reads that after Jill’s water broke, she “managed to get some sleep, get in a morning appointment with the chiropractor — ‘I wanted to get aligned before birth’ — indulge in a couple’s pedicure alongside Derick and take a two-and-a-half mile walk to get labor going.”

“How do you get a pedicure while you’re having contractions?” I ask, trying to envision it. “Wouldn’t it be hard to keep your feet still?”

“You’ll love this,” Barb says, and then reads that “to distract his wife, Derick played spiritual songs the couple both love and read Bible verses and inspirational sayings.”

“What, like Footprints in the Sand?” I ask.

“And ‘God won’t give you more than you can handle,” Barb adds.

She reads on about the home birth relocated to the hospital (a meconium sighting a clear sign from God that they needed to go in, according to Michelle Duggar), and a divine leading toward a C-section. (“We were grateful for God showing us what to do in time.”) The final quote, near a photo of Jill swaddling her new baby says, “We have such love and support around us. God answered my prayers.”

Barb puts down the magazine and sighs. “But what does that mean for other people — whose babies don’t make it?” It’s a valid question — especially for Barb, whose twelve-year-old son died suddenly from an undetectable viral strain this past September.

“I need to take a break before we read anymore,” she said. “Digest.” We’re quiet for a while, listening to the mellow song pumping out of my iPod into the car, looking out the windows at the slate-gray of the April sky.

I think about the first-married daughter of the 19-Kids-and-Counting-famous Duggars. I don’t doubt their sincerity and love — this sweet young couple with their brand new baby. And who knows? Maybe it did go exactly like that. Maybe the “inspirational sayings” really did calm Jill down in labor; maybe her cries of pain were laced with prayer and gratitude, and maybe they did feel God’s leading and presence every single step of the way.

But the story doesn’t leave me feeling encouraged or hopeful or less alone. At best, it makes me feel cynical and suspicious; at worst, spiritually inferior — too earthy and combustible to respond to life’s pain with that kind of shiny-eyed faith.


The second People Exclusive of the magazine is “The Untold Story of Rock Hudson’s Final Days.”  I knew that Rock Hudson was gay but had somehow forgotten the fact that he had died of AIDS until Barb begins to read the story aloud.

She reads about the slow decline of the handsome, Hollywood leading man of the 50’s and 60’s. His illness was marked by secrecy and shame in a world where AIDS was a little-understood disease that “stoked homophobia and terrified the public.” When Hudson was diagnosed, little was known about AIDS and there was nothing for him to do but slowly succumb to the disease. I listen to Barb read the accounts of friends and doctors and co-workers, and though I only glance at the pictures from the driver’s seat, I can see a certain sadness about Rock Hudson’s eyes.

Dr. Gottlieb, the immunologist who identified AIDS and who worked closely with Hudson, is quoted extensively in the article. Barb reads his recollections to me while edge through Minneapolis traffic and back toward the Northern suburbs where we live. “I spoke to Rock. He was lying down. I said, ‘The press wants information on your condition. Should I tell them you have AIDS?” and he said. ‘Yes, if you think it will do some good.’”

I was only two years old in 1985, so I can’t imagine the fear, the paranoia, the stigma of AIDS. The loneliness. I suppose it would have gotten out — that Rock Hudson died of AIDS — whether he publicly confessed to it or not. But there is something about the fact that he did that gives me a chill up my spine. He gave up a persona, a beloved public identity, his rights to privacy — and in doing so, he was the first voice in a changing narrative about AIDS.

“It’s the pivotal event of the country’s consciousness of the HIV epidemic,” Gottlieb said. “He showed tremendous courage and allowed his diagnosis to change the face of AIDS.”

And it’s no “inspirational quote” of the Duggar variety…but it inspires me all the more for that.


I have been absent from this blog lately for a lot of reasons, but the preeminent one is that I’m trying to finish the next round of edits on my second book. There are lots of changes to be made, but the biggest ones have to do with honesty and authenticity. Am I telling the whole truth here? Or am I just playing with filters, trying to make myself look better than I really am?

And Lord, it is so much easier to give the golden, gilded answer — the one that paints me in a prettier light. Just because I managed to be honest in my first book does not make it easier to expose my flaws now — especially as they feel more unfinished, unconquered and unreasonable.

I’d be lying if I said I’m not tempted to make myself the victim or the heroine — anything but the broken mess that I am.

I want you to like me. I want you to love me. I don’t want you to think I’m unstable or ungrateful or selfish or self-destructive. I don’t particularly want to show you how much wine I can drink if I’m not careful, how toxic my inner-monologue can be, how much I yell at my kids.

Deep down, I want to look wise and lovely, like someone who has come out the other side of things feeling blessed and together. Someone sings Jesus Loves Me to her children while playing Legos for hours and hours. Someone who, when stressed, says a prayer and makes a warm mug of lemon water.

But even more than that, I want to change the narrative. I believe that we can only become the transformative community that we’re meant to be when we stop pretending that we have it all together. When we get brave enough to show our broken pieces. When we get brave enough to say “Me too.”

I wonder how it would have felt if Jill Dillard had said. “There were times during labor when I did not trust God. When I was afraid that he would let me down. When I wanted to take Derick’s inspirational quotes and shove them up his ass.”

I’m not trying to crucify the Duggar/Dillards — truly, I’m not. But still, I can’t help but wonder what it would have done to the narrative of trust and performance and God’s grace to admit that they failed in the process and in the pain…but that God does not. God does not. God does not.

Maybe it would have made someone feel less alone. Less stigmatized for their failure. Less terrified of their own lack of faith.

On the cover of People magazine, the Jill Dillard grins at the camera, while in the corner, a black-and-white-toned Rock Hudson gazes off into the distance, and the truth is that we’re all telling our stories the best we can.

May we find the grace to show our un-posed, un-smiling, un-airbrushed hearts.

May we change this world’s most destructive narratives one candid, courageous word at a time.

What I’m Into: The February/March 2015 Mashup

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I know. I’ve been really bad at blogging this last couple of weeks. I’m not entirely sure why. I have things to say…but when it comes down to it…no energy to say them.

February and March were an exhausting couple of months for me. February started with major revisions on Book #2 from my editors that I’m still trying to figure out how to integrate. Shortly after I received those, I left to speak at a great little writing conference in Texas…which would have been excellent if I hadn’t come down with the flu while I was there.

I spent the entire three-flight trip back to Minnesota puking. Luckily, everyone seemed to think I was just pregnant. At one point a flight attendant told me to sit down because “We have to keep that precious cargo safe!” I wasn’t sure whether to go with it or just burst into tears on the spot. (I am not pregnant, and have been working VERY HARD to ensure my stomach does not look like it is. Sigh.)

I’d barely recovered from that flu when I headed off to Armenia with World Vision. (I was in Armenia between February and March and didn’t have the time to post a What I’m Into post…so I’m mashing the February stuff in here.)

The trip was astonishingly beautiful and I don’t feel like I’ve finished processing it all.

Coming back, however, sucked. The kids, who had been fairly good for their grandma while I was gone, spent a week or so like this once I got back:

angry boys

Because I talk ad nauseam about my own struggle with Depression on this blog, I’ll tell you that I spent much of March feeling like I was slogging through concrete.

I am doing everything that I know how to do to manage this part of my life. I take medication and exercise regularly and use essential oils and drink lots of water…but still, sometimes, I wake up steeped in it all over again. I spent the latter part of March feeling both powerless and resigned, and I’m just starting to shed some of the extra weight of that darkness now.

What I’ve Been Reading


The Road from Home, David Kherdian: I picked up several books about the Armenian genocide before I went on my trip, but this is the only one I managed to finish. It follows the story of a young girl — the author’s mother — who experiences the full atrocities of the genocide herself. It’s a Newbery Honor book…and easy to see why.

The Husband’s Secret, Liane Moriarty: I bought this for my Kindle because I wanted a good, fun read for all my travels. I liked it…but I figured out the twist pretty early in the book, which took away some of the fun. I do like how she played with what we know vs what we don’t know and how that affects the twists and turns of our lives.

Allegiant, Vernoica Roth: As far as young-adult-distopian-type literature, I have to tell you, this series was not my favorite. I’m totally willing to suspend all the disbelief in the world for a well-told story, but I don’t know…there were just so many leaps in this series that I had a hard time keeping up. I made it through this last book, but barely.

One Last Thing Before I Go, Jonathan Tropper: I picked this up from the library because I loved This is Where I Leave You. This one I didn’t like quite as much, but I do like the wry, compelling way Tropper writes men.

The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins: This was a fun, fast read, but didn’t really live up to all the hype for me. The ending felt anticlimactic. I mean, I get it. Endings are hard. But still.

The Creative Habit: Learn it and Use it For Life, Twyla Tharp: Anne at Modern Mrs. Darcy recommended this one, and I picked it up this month because I was feeling creatively stunted. Tharp is famous choreographer and is totally no-nonsense about creative work…which I both hated and appreciated. I did find myself inspired, and even found some things that I could integrate into my own creative process. So it was definitely a win.

What I’ve Been Watching

Nashville, Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal and Vampire Diaries. Brooklyn Nine-Nine with Andrew. Hallmark movies more than I’m comfortable admitting.

I stuck with How to Get Away with Murder for a good long while, but sometime in February it got a little too dark for me, and I gave it up.

I accidentally-on-purpose signed up for a month of HuluPlus so that I could watch last season of The Good Wife, and I’m frustrated that they don’t have episodes from this season on there. I’ll have to binge watch that one later, I guess.

What I’ve Been Listening To

A little Pandora…and not much else. I’ve had sort of a passive relationship with music this past couple of months. I do love music — I really do. But it’s just that I’ve been needing a lot more silence lately. The first thing I do when I get in the car alone is turn off the radio. I’m not sure what that’s about, but there it is.

Other Things I’ve Been Into

Best friends’ babies! Kim and Alissa — the high school best friends that many of you got to know in my book — both had their first babies within a day of each other.  I got to hold Alissa’s sweet boy last week, but it’s sort of killing me that Kim’s little girl is all the way in London. So unfair.

alissa and baby

Old-school video games: I bought Andrew a RetroBit for Valentines Day — a system that allows you to play all of your old Nintendo video games. Soon after, high on nostalgia of his youth, he purchased a refurbished SuperNintendo as well…and now there is lots of talk about Yoshi coming from our living room.

video games

Armenia. Obviously.


The small, lovely beginnings of spring. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still pretty cold here in Minnesota. But every now and then, we get a nice-ish day, and it’s a quiet reminder that winter can’t last that much longer. The ice is gone from the pond, and we haven’t had snow in a while…and even though everything is still brown and half-dead, it’s starting to feel just the tiniest bit hopeful.


(Yes, they are playing “pretend campfire” and roasting fruit over sticks. My kids are awesome.

A quick, family spring-break trip to Duluth. The North Shore of Minnesota is one of the reasons that I still love this freezing cold state. It is so beautiful, and Lake Superior is my muse. We got to make a quick trip up there with the kids at the beginning of their spring break…and though it’s a little less magical when there are temper tantrums and fighting and a thousand hours in the hotel swimming pool, it was still a really nice little trip.


Related: there is no “early morning” quite like “hotel swimming pool early morning.” Can I get an amen?

On the Blog

This piece about things we should probably stop telling youth group kids got a lot of attention and was republished on Relevant.

I wrote, of course, a lot about Armenia. My favorite of the series, I think, was this one called You Don’t Have to Care About Everything.

I also loved writing this post for the one who still feels like they’re a long way off. Doesn’t it feel like we’re all there sometimes?

I had a nightmare last night that someone wrote a forward to my new book that said the writing was “a decent second attempt” but that I was “very boring on Twitter and Facebook.” In the dream there was also something about an elevator that wouldn’t stop to pick me up…and a part where I was trying to walk a really far way pushing two strollers and corralling Liam. INTERPRET PLEASE.

(I am probably a little boring on Twitter and Facebook. But if you want to follow me there anyway, I’d appreciate it.)

I’m linking up with my lovely friend Leigh Kramer, as usual, for her monthly What I’m Into Linkup.

What have you been into lately?