Grace Leuenberger

On everything…and Wendell Berry.

Time may be measured by minutes, but more often I measure it with memories.

“I weirdly believe the sentiments of this old letter were supposed to make it you in April 2020 instead of September 2019,” she wrote. She was right.

Sufjan, Tim Keller, and sobering truths from America’s favorite holiday.

I hadn’t planned on writing any more letters at this point in the year. And yet.

Responsibility, Name-Calling, and Why I’m Voting for Joe Biden.

To some, getting THIS excited about new music from Taylor Swift may feel very silly. But what if it’s more than that?

Choices, changes, and choosing the next right thing in love.

Lovely or lonely? One introvert’s thoughts on life in a pandemic.

Relationships were not designed to be entertainment.

On tarts and why I hate the quote “Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened.”

My strange wishes for Year 26.

A Holy Week reflection on waiting for Easter hope.

Class of 2020: I know this story has taken a turn that none of you expected.

It’s Hard Picking Blog Titles in a Pandemic