writing in the margins of life
“It’s raining. Do you really still want to go?” I asked my husband as I made a quick cup of coffee and pulled my socks on. He turned, his optimistic smile ever present, lifted the umbrella in his hand and nodded. It was dark and early on Easter morning. We were gathering our things to [...]
My bedroom window looks out on our pasture. Grass enclosed by an old fence stretches all the way to the tree line at the back of the property. The old weathervane on one of the fence posts sways gently when the wind blows, and if you're outside at the right time you can hear it [...]
"All music is created equal." I remember my piano teacher telling me this after I informed her the piece she'd just assigned was "too hard" for me to sight read. She sat there, took a sip of her coffee and bounced her baby on the knee before continuing, "You know how to read music, Madelyn. [...]
Summer is usually my most productive time as a reader. But not this year. This summer I read the first volume of Elisabeth Elliot's biography, and the first 141 pages of The Fellowship of the Ring. The slow plodding through the latter is in part due to the fact that as much as I love [...]
Madelyn Istrate 