Mary Renee Jackson

My name's Mary, and I'm so glad you're here.

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I like the universal things the best. If Anne Shirley had her Lake of Shining Waters and Emily Moon had her Wind Woman, then I have train whistles and crow caws and bell tolls, swing sets and tree knolls and creaky floors.

 

I found writing under a tree in a park, the modulating voice of my mother making stories. Her stories were always about us, my brother and me, and being so accustomed to living in a story made it natural to make a home there. So, I’ve always written in some form. I wrote stories growing up. Poems in my teen years. And now I notice things and mull them over until they spill out onto a page, and I understand myself better by it. Like Flannery O'Connor, "I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say."

 

But mostly, I write about belief and the way that leads to who we're becoming. That encompasses most things in life, which is just narrow enough to suit me. I love God, and I love His word. I find Him in Scripture and long walks and whispers in the wind. You might too.

 

I hope you’ll stick around and read some posts, you’ll know me best by those.