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New writing
Apologies for the lack of new writing over the past month. I’m hoping to have some new writing to share here soon. In the meanwhile, I have been working on a few other things.
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Love the silent, hate the silence (a letter to my high school Bible teacher)
It’s been twenty years since I left your classroom—the two years I spent working for A’s, memorizing Bible verses, perfecting an impenetrable worldview. Friday mornings, some of us would show up before class, coffee in hand, for conversations about faith and politics. I’ve thought of you. Have you thought of me? I think you must’ve…
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My name
In its anglicised, Upper Midwestern form, Meredith is a bit flat. Two syllables. Easy. In Welsh, it’s three, with the emphasis on the penultimate syllable: mah-red-deth. At some point, I might change it to Welsh orthography, but for now, an extra syllable will do.
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Driving Out the Darkness, or Christmas 2025
It’s harder to drive out the darkness this year. And it doesn’t just come from the world outside. It bubbles up inside, too. The truth is, I doubt the decisions I’ve made and make every single day. I rage at my inability to do more, to go further, to be better. I try to see…
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Back soon
Hi, everyone. I’m on a little break from my blog as I finish my MA programme at Purdue University. I’ll be back later in November. More soon. Meredith
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I realised I might be different in the 9th grade
I realised I might be different in the 9th grade. But not for the reasons you think. In the library one day, a pretty blonde girl with a Nordic nose and her hair pulled back tight asked for help with English homework. What exactly is a satire, she wanted to know. It’s the only conversation…
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The anti-Charlie Kirk
I’ve gotten two texts now with this message: “Charlie Kirk lived for Christ and gave his life for truth. Watch this powerful tribute to his legacy of faith and courage.” Of course, I didn’t click the link. I have no idea who’s responsible for sending this text, or how I ended up on their list. …
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Both wanting and meaning
I recently unearthed my high school journal, and turned the pages all the way back to the start: August 25, 2004. My list of goals for my junior year of high school included everything from beating video games, to proselytizing.
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The middle ground
The wise among us would advise that there’s a middle ground and I would listen, nod my head, marvel at their wisdom. Yet I find there are things that cannot be said. Can they be set to one side? Or must they be carried on in silence?
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Let the world flow around you like water
Remember as a kid when you had teachers tell you, “You have to learn to work in a group because you’ll be working with others for the rest of your life”? Fair enough. But for many of us, it’s a lesson in how to fade into the background and dim our light.