bare on ChronicallyLit

Fifteen years ago I took my first personal interest writing class. At that point in my life it was more therapy than craft, and I wrote my first essay about journeying through infertility in that class. That essay, entitled bare, is finally published. You can find it on ChronciallyLit. grace for each moment, one moment at a time

a rock running a marathon

“What’s that,” you ask? “How can a rock run?” Well, okay, I don’t mean it literally. You see, I am the rock. Or at least I’m supposed to be a rock, according to a parenting book I read not too long ago (okay, apparently it was back in June of last year, but it feels like not long ago). It talked about how our job as parents is to be grounded, stable, to be that Read More

baby brain and the holidays

We’ve had a foster baby with us for a couple of months now. He’s super cute, has a full head of black, curly hair, and has eyes so big you can see him soaking in the world around him. He joined us when he was just a week old so I’ve had interrupted sleep and feel like I’m just coming out of a baby fog. We’ve been living in this dichotomy of falling absolutely in Read More

stuck in midair with Sarah

Welcome, Sarah, to myferriswheel. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with the world. Sarah Johnson is a wife and mother who homeschools her kids, enjoys arranging flowers, powerlifting, playing the trumpet, and occasionally works as a nurse practitioner in her spare time. You can find her on FB (Craig-Sarah Wilson Johnson) or reach her at presbynurse@gmail.com What specific hurdles into parenthood have you faced and what does your family look like today? When Read More

moonShine review and me

No, I don’t drink moonshine. But I do take photographs. This month I have the privilege of being the featured photographer in moonShine review. It was a lot of fun culling through photos, choosing what to submit, and then finding out which photographs were selected for publication. Head on over to moonShine review’s website to order your copy for the literature and photography lover in your life. Or just order one for yourself. grace for Read More

stuck in midair with Kimberly

Welcome, Kimberly, to myferriswheel. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with the world. Kimberly is just beginning to emerge from the baby-induced brain-fog of the past seven years, and hopes to someday take up where she left off at www.NewlywedNoLonger.com (truth and grace in marriage) and www.OurSecretThoughts.wordpress.com (the journey from infertility to parenthood). She is also a freelance writer and editor, is blessed with a husband who also is a great father, but Read More

ferris wheel: stuck in midair

Since the arrival of Counting Colors, I have encountered many women who have been impacted by infertility, loss, or adoption. And many of them have expressed the fact that they don’t feel understood, don’t feel they have a voice. Grief and hard places can be isolating, can make you feel stuck, like a Ferris wheel arcing up and around only to stop at a place you don’t want to be, dangling you in midair, perhaps Read More

thankful for this body

This is a re-post from a few years ago, but as the school year gets into gear and life spins us forward, I want to remember how thankful I truly am. Enjoy! Big J and I just got back from a homeschool conference, my mind and heart full of encouragement, ideas and hope for the year to come. The vendor hall buzzed with activity and we were able to look over a few things we Read More

kakalak 2018

Kakalak 2018 is available for pre-order. Once again I am honored to have my work in the upcoming issue. One poem of mine will be included, along with two of my photographs, one of which won the 2nd place art award. I’m excited to see them in print come December. The cover price is $15, but the current pre-order discount price is $9, (not including shipping or applicable sales tax). Place your order at the Read More

being an introvert at a writers conference

Not long ago, I sat on a hotel bed, a pillow propped in my lap, my fingers tapping on my iPad keyboard. Tucked away in the Blue Ridge Mountains, my brain headed toward overload. It was the first full day of the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers Conference, and the evening keynote the night before already felt like days ago. Many people liken attending a conference to drinking from a fire hose, and it’s true. Read More