Ladies' Choice

Ladies' Choice

Looking back, I’ve always called it the Annus Mirabilis: my own little wonderful year. Its wonders consisted not in calamity (thank goodness!), nor were they even of a particularly earth-shattering nature. But it was a (mostly) happy year for me, dawning in the sudden...

Some recipes and a winner!

Some recipes and a winner!

It is my pleasure to announce the winner of the drawing for a copy of Sally and Sarah Clarkson’s new book The Lifegiving Home: Linda, who describes home as a shelter of "grace-oriented" relationship (what a beautiful image!). Linda, if you will send me your mailing...

The Pleasures of Tea

The Pleasures of Tea

photo credit: Mark Geil I confess, I find it difficult to comprehend the mindset which relegates the consumption of hot tea to cold weather. Call it an addiction, but I down my daily quota year-round, whether, like today, I’m cozy by the fire with flurries flying...

The Lifegiving Home: a review

The Lifegiving Home: a review

The rain was coursing in rivulets down the windows of my den, pounding on the roof with a rhythm that only emphasized the coziness within. Sarah Clarkson and I were on our second pot of Yorkshire Gold, accompanied by the boon companions of candlelight and good books....

Songless

Songless

This essay was originally published on The Rabbit Room last summer, and is adapted from my plenary session, “Notebooks and Number 2 Pencils,” at the From Death Unto Life conference in Franklin, Tennessee last March. I know what it means to soar. When I was...

A Tour of the Shop

A Tour of the Shop

While it's undeniably true that a dedicated artist is marked by a willingness to work anywhere, and under any conditions, the appeal of Virginia Woolf's "room of her own" persists. Even though it's not always possible, a dedicated space is certainly ideal when it...

Proper Introductions: George MacDonald

Proper Introductions: George MacDonald

G.K. Chesterton called him “one of the three or four greatest men of the 19th century.” Madeleine L’Engle said he was the “grandfather of us all—all of us who struggle to come to terms with truth through imagination.” “George MacDonald gives me renewed strength during...

There is a Narnia

There is a Narnia

This time last year, my world was filled with uncertainty, fear, and a suffocating amount of sadness--and into all that chaos God whispered my word for 2015: Joy. I wrote this piece for The Rabbit Room back in February, but I wanted to share it again in all the...

Missing Christmas

Missing Christmas

It's hard to believe that the anticipation of Advent, the bright sheen of Christmastide, the piercing light of Epiphany have all come and gone.  But in spite of all our glad Christmas-keeping, January 7th just will not be gainsaid. We took our tree down last night,...

Keeping Christmas

Keeping Christmas

I’ve been looking forward to this day all year long. After a blessed week of merrymaking with my loved ones, of comings and goings, of a constantly running dishwasher and overflowing rooms, of precious family and friends-like-family under my roof and gathered around...

Seeds of Love

Seeds of Love

I am so sick of death. It’s been a year of bereavement. Even before Daddy died we were mourning the cruel progress of disease, hearts fainting before the horrors of each new stage. There were bright moments of sweetness and light, to be sure, little triumphs of love...

And the winner is…

And the winner is…

It is my great pleasure to announce that the winner of "The Art of Tasha Tudor" giveaway is none other than... Elyce Westby! Congratulations, Elyce! If you will send me your mailing address via the Contact Form on the web journal or the bookshop, or a private message...

Tidings from the Bookshop!

Tidings from the Bookshop!

I have such happy news today: after weeks of work (mostly on my husband’s part), the Bookshop has received a massive update and overhaul! I am so excited to introduce all the changes we’ve made. One request I’ve consistently heard over the five years since I launched...

House of Feasting

House of Feasting

I appropriated Daddy’s old hunting jacket for my barn coat. It still smells like him; every time I put it on it’s like he’s putting his arms around me. Some days, this fills me with a warm, gentle joy; others, it makes me want to pound my fists and rail against death....