Author: erincurlett
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Why I Post My Belly Bump Pics
My husband and I are expecting our first child at the end of September. The hope of a child is a precious, beautiful thing. Being pregnant? It’s strange. It’s humbling. It’s intensely surreal. People like to talk crap about mommy blogs, but I have to tell you I’m thankful there are so many out there…
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What if There is a Life More Beautiful Than I Dreamed?
I can’t remember a time I didn’t know in my gut I wanted to be a writer, or that just as ardently, I wanted to be a wife and a mother. Sure, as a child I also thought I might be a ballerina or a taxi driver, but even so, in my imagined future there…
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Big Decisions
In the spring of 2010, I packed up all of my belongings and jumped into my trusty Honda to start a new chapter in my life. I had spent the last 5 years in Seattle, Washington, a beautiful, quirky, wonderful city which had begun to feel more like home than any place I’d ever lived.…
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So, I’m writing a novel…
Two years ago, at the encouragement of CJ, a lovely young woman at church, I decided to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, for the uninitiated). CJ, bright-eyed and full of storylines, had already completed her first novel the previous year and was eagerly anticipating November 1 so she could get started on her…
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When I was on fire (and wanted to shine)
This post is part of Addie Zierman’s synchroblog in honor of her just-published book, When We Were on Fire. I was proud. I was strong. Never before had the fire of faith shone so brightly in my eyes as it did that chilly morning in November. I was calm. I was confident. I was four…
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If you want to know who you are, watch your feet
“Thus, when you wake up in the morning, called by God to be a self again, if you want to know who you are, watch your feet. Because where your feet take you, that is who you are.” – Frederick Buechner, Alphabet of Grace This isn’t a fun post to write, which is a bit…
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The story of my tattoo
In honor of Throwback Thursday, here’s a little gem I wrote when I was 20.* I am itching to do a rewrite, but for now, here’s a little glimpse of my sophomoric heart. I had wanted a fish on my ankle. One of those ichthus-I’m-a-Christian-and-drive-a-Honda fish like I wear proudly on a James Avery bracelet…
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Man doesn’t live on bread alone
Our books are still in boxes. Usually, when I set up a new living space, my books are the first to be unpacked. I like to touch each one, pause; if there’s time, I open a few of the pages and read a few lines. Meditate on words once read, underlined, starred, recalling back to…
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Sabbatical (or, how this all came to be)
Sabbatical or a sabbatical (from Latin sabbaticus, from Greek sabbatikos, from Hebrew shabbat, i.e., Sabbath, literally a “ceasing”) is a rest from work, or a hiatus, often lasting from two months to a year. The concept of sabbatical has a source in shmita, described several places in the Bible (Leviticus 25, for example, where there…
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Through a child’s eyes
The other night I attended a potluck barbecue hosted by my new friend, Jess. It was one of those perfect Pacific Northwest summer evenings when the blue fades to gold and the air takes on a shimmer that seems to promise the season will never end. Jess was the loveliest, most gracious hostess and spent…
Erin Curlett 