Published on catapult magazine, Tradition II edition, December 2011 by Amanda Cleary Eastep Photo Credit: christian associates via Compfight cc There was something about that big paper sack. The weight of it in my small hand promised something wonderful. It was heavy with possibilities, with the chance to share and exchange with my little brother […]
By Amanda Cleary Eastep “Tesser well.” The handwritten words quiver across the novel’s title page, and I imagine the woman, then in her 80s, whose trembling hand penned them. “For Amanda” is written above the strange instruction, and below it, the name of my favorite childhood author, Madeleine L’Engle. In 2004, I mailed my 1976 […]
[In anticipation of the end of winter–yes, I start anticipating early–I’m sharing something I wrote last spring. Ah, spring…] He made us from this. This darkness, this ancient batter of living and dead and living again things. I like that God made us from dirt, instead of from nothingness. I like that we walk earth’s surface until […]
“My mother was baptized in the Mississippi River,” she had said many times, always adding the all important “wearing her blue dress with the white polka dots.”
Thousands of people halt their activities at certain times throughout the day to turn toward their god and pray…unfortunately Muslims in Indonesia have been facing the wrong direction.
My grandmother never imagined when she was sewing the curtains out of the same sunflower- patterned sheets that covered my bed in her spare room that God would see them.