A couple of years ago, Dan and I were watching Jesus Camp (which needs its own separate review, and which I have neither the stamina nor the strength to review here…there are so many astonishingly appalling things said in that movie…I wouldn’t know where to begin!) when there was a scene of a mother and […]
Knitting
I’ve said it before, but I long for the day I’ll have a little time to pick up knitting needles again. Seriously, it’s like finger yoga. Last night, Dan and I had a splendid time sitting and talking out on the deck, kept warm by the roaring fire. We came in as the sky darkened, […]
If You Want to Write
Last Thursday evening, at my Rochester Art Center reading, a woman asked, “When did you start calling yourself an author?” It’s a good question, one that, I’m sure, every artist asks him- or herself. Does the label come with the simple act of writing? Do you accept the label when you’ve become published…or won an […]
Misquoting Jesus
As promised, I’ve finished Misquoting Jesus, Bart Ehrman’s prelude to Jesus, Interrupted, which I’ve already blogged about in a previous post here. What a fascinating read–a little drier than Jesus, Interrupted–but still, fascinating! I won’t pretend to know the actual truth of Ehrman’s comments, because I do not know Greek and Hebrew (and Latin), which […]
Planting Questions in Story
Working out personal questions of faith within a novel might not be the best thing; however, it works for me. [Two novels I’ve discussed within these pages, of course, that attempt to do the same thing are Mary Doria Russell’s The Sparrow and The Children of God, both of the science fiction genre, which I […]