Midday Prayer November 11, 2015 By Jamie Howison Leave a Comment Jamie Howison reflects on his experience praying with the monks at Saint John's Abbey Church, while on a writing retreat at the Collegeville Institute.
Peace Is a Good Thing to Seek: The Uncommon Life of Robert Lax An Interview with Michael N. McGregorOctober 15, 2015 By Betsy Johnson-Miller Leave a Comment Betsy Johnson-Miller interviews Michael N. McGregor about his recent biography of Robert Lax.
Believing and Belonging September 23, 2015 By Karissa Knox Sorrell 2 Comments I was unsure if Collegeville was the right place for me. But my time there gave me the hope that I can be a spiritual person.
The Writer’s Life Balancing Solitude and CommunityAugust 13, 2015 By Kenneth Garcia Leave a Comment Writers and artists require solitude. Where then, might community fit into the writer’s life?
Why I Write (What I Write) A Reader’s ResponseJune 11, 2015 By Renée Bondy Leave a Comment For me, writing is like trying to dislodge a pebble from my shoe.
Meet the Maker Why I Write (What I Write)May 28, 2015 By Rachel Srubas 1 Comment Write a poem, meet your Maker. Participate in creation. Fall into the hands of the living God. It’ll toast your marshmallow if you’re not careful.
A Love Letter to Reading Why I Write (What I Write)May 21, 2015 By Sari Fordham Leave a Comment As a child, I discovered through reading that my most secret and embarrassing thoughts were not so peculiar after all.
Chosen Why I Write (What I Write)May 14, 2015 By Katherine Willis Pershey Leave a Comment I can’t quite bring myself to say that I’ve chosen to write about what I write about. It seems more accurate to say that the things I write about chose me.
A Way of Seeing Why I Write (What I Write)May 7, 2015 By Michael N. McGregor 3 Comments Like glasses, writing allows me to see the natural and the spiritual world more clearly, wholly, and truly.
Finding My Introvert November 10, 2014 By Chuck Appleby Leave a Comment I cannot remember the exact moment of recognition, but I think it occurred early afternoon on the second full day of our writing workshop. I rediscovered time.