Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Where did she go?

Things have been pretty damn quiet on this blog for the past several months causing a few people to ask “Where’d Leah go?” Where indeed? I moved to (and am…

Sitting with Hard Memories & Standing Alone…

This morning Facebook did me the “kindness” of reminding me what I was doing last year on this day. My first thought was “I’d be happy to forget that particular…

Stink, Stank, Stunk…The Art of Failing

Her: How did it go today? Me: The 3 words that best describe it are as follows: Stink, Stank, Stunk I hate to fail. Ironically I preach learning to fail…

Learning Leadership from Dad…

  The Leadership I Learned from My Dad: What does the Bible say about that?   My dad expected his kids to look to God and the Bible for direction. But…

Me and Rain…

I once declared my love while kissing in the warm rain in Santa Fe. I remember thinking right then and there, that rain and I were going to have a…

Today grief looks like…

Grief is an odd thing in that it just shows up, and before you realize it, you’re underneath it. –Monique Ruffin Yesterday I sat on the beach in Costa de…

The Problem with “Of Course”…

Dictionary.com 1. used to introduce an idea or action as being obvious or to be expected. “Of course, you would want to build this product on the old architecture in…

Defining Friendship…

Each time I move somewhere new I go through a cycle related to friendship, loss, and suddenly seeing things more clearly. I get buried in my own feelings and miss…

Ghosts in Berlin

Some cities have ghosts. Berlin has ghosts. But…then…of course it does. More on that in a moment. I have this travel habit that I always try to honor when I…