My poetry book, A Canvas of Stars, is coming out in less than a month, and I am thrilled to finally share the cover with the world!
I am now four weeks into my epic 6-month travel adventure. I’ve already picked up so many lessons about how to travel smart that I wish I could tell myself a month ago.
Oh well – I’m telling you now, and I’ll certainly apply these lessons in the future!
I always thought my first published book would be a novel. Specifically, in recent years, I knew it’d be City of Reckoning, my gargantuan fantasy manuscript that is now in its fourth draft.
But the universe has surprised me with something different.
I began my six-month travel adventure two weeks ago. You may be wondering, how does one pack for six months of traveling? What do you bring? What do you leave behind?
For the curious, here’s what I did, and how I did it.
If you’ve been following me on social media lately, or interacting with me in real life, then you probably already know that I’m about to go on a six-month travel adventure.
If not… hey, guess what! I’m going on a 6-month travel adventure!
I get a lot of frequently asked questions about this, so I figured I’d record them all in one place.
This is Chapter 3 of my story about femininity, sexuality, and faith. Read Chapters 1 & 2 first.
I first noticed boys when I started high school.
For me, as a home schooler, “starting high school” meant going to a new co-op (much like a mini private school), where I took classes with other home school students.
I was a hopelessly awkward, unstylish, bumbling adolescent that freshman year, hiding behind mismatched layers and baggy flaring jeans that guarded my figure like an embarrassing secret. My long, curly hair was an unruly tyrant, and a constant source of insecurity.
Let me tell you a story about ancient Greece, and how the Greeks are (at least partly) responsible for the infantilization of women we still experience in the West today.
Many of us know that homosexuality was a bit more accepted in ancient Greek culture than in the modern West. But it’s probably less known that there was a dark undercurrent to the way Greeks thought about sex and gender.
This is Chapter 2 of my story about femininity, sexuality, and faith. Read Chapter 1 first.
Sex ed is rather straightforward when you’re home schooled.
As the oldest of six kids, I was the first to experience the “Passport to Purity” tradition. (As my mom always joked, I was the “guinea pig” of the family.) When I turned eleven, my mom took me on a special weekend getaway, just the two of us. We watched The Polar Express in the theaters, awestruck by the lifelike visuals. We stayed in our own hotel room.
And we spent long car rides listening to some very intriguing tapes about puberty and… human reproduction.
I read a lot of books last year — the most I’ve ever read in a year, actually. (More than sixty!) Out of the many titles and numerous genres I devoured, there were ten works of science fiction and fantasy that really stood out to me.
Some were new releases. Others were classics or old gems. Not all of them were perfect or free from problematic elements. But all of them inspired me, challenged me, or broadened my way of thinking about the genre of speculative fiction.
Today, I’ll share them all with you, including what I liked and where I believe they fell short.
This is Chapter 1 of my story about femininity, sexuality, and faith.
Since I was a young girl, I always felt something about me was different.
It wasn’t the fact that my personality, interests, and play style were unique among the girls I knew. Luckily, for the first decade of my life I had almost no exposure to the concept of gender roles. I never thought twice about my passion for digging in the dirt in search of worms, my unending itch for adventure, or my fascination with science and history.