Living into the sacred space of God's everyday grace
. I'm blessed to join a lovely tribe of writers for Five Minute Friday. Five minutes, one writing prompt, zero editing. Just write. Join us! . . . GO! I’ve watched the Olympics just about every night. Bleary eyed in the morning, I wonder why I couldn’t just catch the highlights and I swear that… Continue reading Team Alderman
“I wish I could unsee that,” I thought. I knew that my reaction was selfish. Naïve. Irresponsible. The photo of the Aleppo boy took my breath away. I mean it literally had me instantly doing this shallow pit-of-my-stomach breathing as I looked. And then looked away. And then clicked the photo closed. But my breathing… Continue reading Eyes to See
(This post is from 2016) A few days ago, I experienced Sudden Sensorineural Hearing Loss. In other words, I literally woke up half-deaf. The cause is overwhelmingly unknown, but is thought to be triggered by a virus or circulatory system deficit in the inner ear. (As awful as it is, I'm amused that the name… Continue reading “Whoever has ears, let them hear…”
Photo Credit: John Nyberg I was looking up some Scripture from the message at church and once again, I was struck by the name of the book Lamentations. I mean, who laments these days? Sure we’ve all been there, no matter what we call it. A meltdown, the ugly cry, even “man tears”. But lamenting… Continue reading When’s the last time you lamented?
I’m blessed to join this lovely tribe of writers for Five Minute Friday. Just what it sounds like. Five minutes, one writing prompt, zero editing. Just write. Now GO! I heard the prompt of “happy” and felt anxious. What the? Who does that? Not deep down true anxiety but pressure. And then the questions… Continue reading Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Five Minute Friday means writing for five minutes on the word of the week. It's meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation. This makes my eye twitch but I do it anyway. This week's word is hidden. GO! Sometimes I think I confuse the… Continue reading Hidden, not lost
Blah Blah Blah, words, ideas, feelings. It's purely a formality but I am officially blowing the dust off. Butt in chair, shitty first drafts, killing my darlings. Oh look, a cat video.
I had a life before Henry, really I did. I have proof of it in several places, this site being one of them. I also have vague memories of when I used to read, write, and occasionally dust my house. But then came this guy. At first it seemed normal to be stuck in the… Continue reading A Dog’s Life
I like to sleep, and I’m good at it. But somewhere around 3 a.m., my mind decides that it’s time to make shopping lists, plan for the weekend and try to remember the name of someone I went to high school with. More often than not, I awaken from a dream. Disoriented in that fuzzy… Continue reading (Too) Sweet Dreams
A few months ago, I stumbled upon The Reject Pile, one of those rabbit-hole moments when I had no idea how I got there. I laughed myself silly at a couple of posts and before I knew it, I was railing on about The Open Letter. That ubiquitous form of communication that gives people permission… Continue reading An Open Letter to Private Letters
Patricia Alderman 