Here you will find short memoir essays.
That room containing all the versions of myself in fragments of stuff sits there untouched week after week. Silent, waiting. looming over me like a giant to do list that I can never complete. How do I organize it, I asked ChatGBT. " you don't have an organization problem you have a decision problem." it flaunted.
I battled low self-esteem and body-image issues throughout my teens and early twenties. Feet, oddly enough, were a thing for me. I wanted beautiful feet so badly. I remember once flipping through a Lands' End catalog looking at bathing suits when I noticed a swimsuit model—beautiful, thin, everything I thought I wanted to be—and she … Continue reading Good Enough | Kim Blenkhorn
Growing up I never remember a time we didn’t have dogs. Even before I was born we had dogs and after I was born and they were dead my sisters and mother and father still talked about our dogs. Greta, was the favorite, that was when they were a family. I was not there yet. … Continue reading The Animals Among Us | Kim Blenkhorn
8 minute read The story of the woman who touched the hem of Jesus’ garment feels very real to me in this season of my life. She had an issue of blood for twelve years. I have an issue of blood. Scripture says she spent everything she had searching for answers, yet no one could … Continue reading Marked by Blood | Kim Blenkhorn
How fragile is my relationship with God or rather my faith? Today I was reading about plants. I asked Google, “What happens to a 40-year-old plant?” I thought that if I could understand how plants grow, maybe I could understand something about my own spiritual state of existence. The article said ‘plants at forty years … Continue reading Deep Roots | Kim Blenkhorn
In middle school, I was assigned to write a short story. I must have mentioned it to my dad. I remember him leading me into his bedroom — the room that was always locked, always shut. It felt forbidden. There was a bathroom no one was allowed to use, a secret closet with, a door … Continue reading The Opal Ring
Our new neighbors live across the river from us. Between our small cottage and their blue‑tarped shanty runs a long, crooked river that leads to a deep, beautiful lake in New England. It wraps nearly 270 degrees around our . rolling green hills, tall maples, and sun‑dappled grasses. “It looks like a park,” my oldest … Continue reading The Shrill Loud Voice
This is the place where everything is magically okay. Where just for a moment in time and space I can forget the world around me and yet at the same time the world is all around me.
The tiny islands of Bermuda are actually made up of more than 100 islands, formed by extensive volcanic activity. The island is known and loved for its white sand, pink beaches and turquoise waters. I find it interesting that something as ruinous as a volcano could produce one of the world’s favorite tourist attractions.
My Faith Place 