Jacinta Meredith

Protected: Another Sleepless Night

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Frozen Flowers

A man sat in the middle of a forest, in the middle of a garden, in the middle of a bench. Or was it a man? Perhaps it was a boy. He looked very like a lost little boy sitting in the midst of frozen flowers. Funny thing about the first, unexpected frost. If oneContinueContinue reading “Frozen Flowers”

Protected: Dreams for thought

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Protected: Stoled From Marissa (and hence, Abby)

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Novel Destinations

I have a new goal in life that I am quite excited about. I discovered, while shopping in Anthropologie the other day, a book called “Novel Destinations” that talked about landmarks that are present in many different class books “from Jane Austen’s Bath to Ernest Hemingway’s Key West.” Well, considering I had recently realized IContinueContinue reading “Novel Destinations”

Provision

So one step I took partially last semester, but especially earlier this semester is starting to tithe again. It was one of those really hard steps to take, because it is such an easy thing to brush off, and I felt like I desperately needed the money. But God convicted me that if I wasContinueContinue reading “Provision”

On Enjoying Life . . . and all that jazz

So, my roommate and I, last night, randomly decided to go get whipped cream from the store. On the way out, we met up with some fellow classmates, making random comments and jokes. As we continued on, making a detour to the mail room, she made the comment, “I love college life. I just do.”ContinueContinue reading “On Enjoying Life . . . and all that jazz”

Protected: Hope Springs Anew

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Protected: A Night in the Rain

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Seller of Dreams

So, one of my dreams has always been to write a story that fulfilled the very murky outlines of Emily of New Moon’s Seller of Dreams. Once, many years ago, I wrote a poem based upon the story I wanted to write. There is no question it needs revising, but I ran into it today,ContinueContinue reading “Seller of Dreams”