10 Jun Love in Every Color
I want to tell you about Ruby. When I was little, I lived in a suburb of New York City. Mind you, I lived in the wealthy white area of this suburb. Still, I fondly recall my mother taking me to visit Ruby. She was a...
Author: Alison Treat
26 Mar This is Social Distancing
Outside the daylight fades. Inside the five of us gather around the dining room table to play a board game. I went for a long walk with my boy earlier, and he chatted to me the entire hour. We stopped and talked to neighbors, allowing...
23 Jan On Crashing and Burning
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I started off the new decade strong. I really did. Those of you who read my newsletter know that my two goals this year are to consume less (calorically and digitally) and to pray more. I wanted to pray for thirty solid minutes every morning. Let’s...
11 Sep I Remember.
I remember the prayers. It was the first time in our nine-month-old marriage that I wished we owned a television. I’m not sure I would have wanted to watch the carnage in real time, though. It was enough to turn on NPR and hear the reporter...
01 Aug Whispers
I’ve been hearing it these past few years. That whisper of regret. Of failure. Of dissatisfaction. When I was a starry-eyed teenager, after I’d started writing a historical novel set in 1860, a mentor took me along to a critique group meeting. It was the first time...
11 Mar Longing for More
Over the weekend, I was blessed to contribute to the lovely website That's What She. I encourage you to click over and read my article at this link. I've also reposted it here to make it easily accessible in the future. Enjoy! [caption id="attachment_17117" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] Photo...
22 Feb America’s Great Sin
Why yes, I AM still alive. Thanks for asking. I’ve been in a burrow of sorts, writing a book proposal, writing query letters, and making sure my manuscript is as close to perfect as it can be. Also, I’ve been managing the plethora of snow...
01 Nov “Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.”
Nearly a year ago I posted on Facebook that I was sending a proposal to an agent. The following week, I received what felt like a curt rejection and promptly retreated into my shell to lick my wounds. I am . . . I think...
11 Oct A Grief Remembered
“I had a dream you were pregnant again.” A slow smile spread over my lips at my sister’s words. Her expression change from nonchalance to surprise. “You are!?” It was so early, I wasn’t planning to tell anyone yet. But now, everyone at the party knew. I remember...
26 Sep It’s been a while . . .
Why haven’t I written a blog post for two whole months? In case you were worried, nothing is wrong at all. Life is beautiful and I’m blessed in so many ways. While I was writing this post, I kept having these little doubts in the...