by Leah Perrault | Aug 25, 2022
Photo Credit: Charlize Perrault Mess is a theme in my life, and therefore also in my barefoot preaching. I think I return to the theme because mess challenges me so deeply. While I grew, I found relief in order, comfort in control, rest in simplicity. And I wandered...
by Leah Perrault | Aug 18, 2022
Writing, for me, is both a part of how I make my living and how I make sense of my living. My summer reading has coincidentally connected around a theme that, in the end, a life is just a collection of stories. What does it mean to write the story of my own life, a...
by Leah Perrault | Sep 23, 2021
Photo Credit: Marc Perrault Soft seems both desirable and impossible right now. I want soft clothes, soft voices, a soft place to land. The world feels steep and rocky and utterly beyond me in a lot of ways. I have written before about (my resistance to) leaning into...
by Leah Perrault | Feb 13, 2020
Photo by Darryl Millette Beauty surprised me last week when I walked out to the car with a small hand in mine last week: “Mommy, the road is sparkling!” Charlize’s awe caught in my throat. Sunlight and snow make the most glorious glitter with no purchase or clean up...
by Leah Perrault | Jan 16, 2020
Photo Credit: Darryl Millette Resistance is an old friend of mine. She knows the arc of my back going up and places a comforting hand on my shoulder to let me know I am not alone. But three times in the same week, I heard familiar words from Deuteronomy: “See, I have...