Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

2018: Hard…and Good

2018: In Memoriam  Typically we reserve the idea of memoriam for the death of a person. But I am feeling the need to remember, grieve, and let go of 2018….

Love

Reading Journal

More often than not, my experience has been that whiteness sees love as a prize it is owed, rather than a moral obligation it must demonstrate. This book should be…

Above the waters…

It’s quiet on the flight now. People have been fed, old men have dozed off, and the little kids are busy with iPads that are (thankfully) plugged into headphones. With…

I’m okay…and other answers

Yesterday I posted a blog that seemed to surprise and upset quite a few people. I thought I’d just come here and make sure everyone is okay…and make sure you…

Then came the rage…

In the last 9 days I have… stared at the ceiling for so long that I lost track of time laid my head down on my desk to wait out…

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…