In which I am a tongue talker

  When I was little-little, I was given the gift of tongues. (Even the writing of that sentence, the saying of it out loud, sounds a little bizarre, a little other worldly and, let’s be honest, weird, doesn’t it?) My…

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In which I want to be a Namer

Madeleine L’Engle is breaking my brain. After reading “Walking on Water” and having my faith-art-world predictably rocked, I determined to go back and re-read A Wrinkle in Time which, as any true reader will know, automatically lead me to A…

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