I write to discover what I know. — Flannery O’Connor


Hi, I’m Erin. I love stripes, documentaries, mojitos, dad jokes, fine point pens, my local library, and almost all vegetables. Once, when I was a child, I cried about litter, and once, when I was in college, a lunch lady took one look at me and called me “more of a vanilla person,” so there’s that. This is where I come to write about tending the orchard and living the truest thing. Like most worthwhile things, it’s a work in progress.

I’ve been writing on the world wide web for something like twelve years now, so yeah, you could say that I grew up around these parts. I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than stories, so I’ll try to share those before I share my opinions. If you and I were sitting across a table from each other, steaming mugs or wine glasses in hand, I’d want to hear your story. I’m allergic to small talk and elevator speeches, so I’d ask about the things you’re struggling with and the things that make you come alive, because I think the world needs a whole lot more of that. And there’d be a whole lot of room for grace, because I find myself needing more of it every day.

Most of what I write here is about evolving faith and making peace with living in tense, gray spaces. I try to stick to the basics, so you won’t find any frills or pretense here. I’m messily working out what it means to take up my cross and follow the Jesus who tends my heart, and really, that’s the only way that seems to fit.

I’m a friend to the best and a wife to the best of the best. Craig is the yin to my yang in every possible way. He’ll try to tell you that he’s not cooler than me, but don’t be fooled by this. I definitely got the better end of this whole marriage deal. We’re currently making our home in South Carolina, where he works in production and technology and I am a full-time nanny.

If you happen to be curious about this sort of thing, I graduated from Bible college with a degree in counseling and psychology and a minor in biblical and theological studies.

It’s a gift to meet you here. I’d love it if you would let me know you stopped by.



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